Titanic came out in 1997. I was 6 years old. I didn't get to watch it until five years later, when I was 11. And when I watched it, things happened.
It all started when I noticed the way that Jack was enamored with the mere sight of Rose.
But when I saw Jack, I suddenly NEEDED him to look at me.
I resumed being my unawakened, 11-year-old self, until I saw the hand caressing.
I had mildly recovered from the gaze and the hands, when I saw the cigarette. The cigarette that was so gently held between his lips.
He wanted to save Rose. And in doing so, he began to remove clothing. And I began to blossom.
But the true awakening began when he was drawing Rose. I began to feel.
I was feeling, feeling so many things, only to be DESTROYED when the car scene came about.
Yes, Jack, please GOD, put your hands on me.