When life comes full circle

A year and a half ago, i flew home from Germany. i watched "in her shoes" on the plane. a total chick-flick. light entertainment, made to make young girls cry but a movie soon to be forgotten. it was odd- i cried, in the plane, next to the cute buy, and i tried so hard to conceale my sappiness (he had turned off the movie 10mins in). What made me cry initially was a poem by- i know now- Elisabeth Bishop "the are of losing". after that things changed. not because of the movie or despite of it. they just changed.
tonight i watched "in her shoes again". this time, i knew the poem, and i knew the lines, cause just last week i had written a 'reading journal' for exactly that poem for my creative writing class. funny, that after all that analyzing on my own, i had still missed the important part- the art of losing does not talk about losing a lover, but losing a friend. just as i have.
the movie has of course a good ending. may be my friend and i have too...