unemployed final boss

"in solitude, i felt the liberty you spoke of. but i also felt your absence."
oh, no wonder why i love this movie so much—there are no men in sight, just women simply yearning for each other. every time i rewatch it, i find myself overwhelmed with words, yet my thoughts always remain the same, or perhaps even more positive. portrait of a lady on fire explores this quiet but intense longing between the two women, and it's something so…
"o captain, my captain!"
i can't tell if i'm crying because of everything i've been through lately, or this movie is just that good... but probably both.
happy one year anniversary of the tortured poets department, by the way. (i'm late)