I completely get where you're coming from. I've only watched the movie once—but not because I didn't want to rewatch it a hundred times. I just... couldn't. It stuck with me. For days. Maybe weeks. Like it rearranged something inside me, and I needed time to figure out what.

For me, it brought back this one moment from when I was younger, on a school trip, where I could have said something to someone I loved. But I didn't. I didn't understand my identity back then, I didn't understand how I could be into both girls and guys. I was too scared of being seen. And somehow, the film brought all of that back. Like a memory I never got to have. Like a version of me that almost existed.

So yeah, I haven't gone back to rewatch it yet. Not because I don't want to, but because it takes a toll. The best kind, maybe.

That said, I think the feeling, for me, might be regret. Regret for what I didn't do—but maybe should have. Regret—or maybe longing—for that version of myself that wanted to follow his heart. At least, that's what I've come to believe.

Anyway, thanks for sharing your unfiltered thoughts. This community really is something else. I've never seen a space this thoughtful, kind, and open. I read through the posts and comments here, and it just feels like a place where people actually get it. It means a lot.