Every time I watch the Titanic movie, I cry. Itβs not at the point a person would expect. I donβt cry when the boat sinks or when Rose lets Jack go. I cry at the very end when Rose meets Jack on the grand staircase in her dream. Everyone who died on the boat is alive and well. Her dream world is warm and bright. Itβs beautiful.
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