After I first saw the film in January 2006, I was pretty much in tears most of the time. That situation went on for months. I couldn't get Brokeback Mountain off my mind, and I liked it that way.
I read the short story, bought a copy of every book Annie Proulx ever wrote (still haven't read them all). Read the screenplay and essays. Bought the soundtrack and other spin-off recordings (e.g., a disco remake of The Wings). I read the short story many times, sometimes out loud, just so I could hear myself speaking the words. When doing so, I would have to stop often, because I was in floods of tears.
My work computer screensaver slide-show is packed with pics of mountains and flowery alpine meadows, whereas my home computer is full of pics of the film itself. I have BBM pics and the theatre poster on display in my home and visit BetterMost daily, often more than once. I visit BetterMost every evening, before going to bed, which is what I'm doing at this moment. I occasionally log on to BetterMost at work and find myself in tears whilst reading the posts and fanfic. On more than one occasion I've had to lie that I'm suffering from hayfever to a work colleague who has caught me crying.
My lover is a very Ennis-like character who lives a seven hour drive north of Sydney (where I live), in a beautiful seaside village. I always imagine myself to be Jack, when I'm in my car, driving up the coast to visit him.
I have two BBM photos here on my desk and I'm looking at them as I write this - one is of the dozy embrace and the other is a pic of Ennis on horseback.
I will be retiring next year and fantasize about retiring to the country, where I will purchase acreage and have a little homestead built, which I will name "Cherry Cake Cottage." Part of my retirement plans also involve fantasizing about buying two little Pomeranians - a black one which I will name Jack and a ginger one which I will name Ennis.
Did I answer the question?!