Jack was the most human and the most spiritual of anyone in this story, a dedicated lover, weak in some ways, but strong and steadfast. He knew from that first summer, that he loved Ennis. No doubts, no hesitation, and honored it by the shirts he stole away.
What was it like in that bedroom year after year, was he being 19 again even at the age of 25, 30, 35 and the years in between? Leaving Ennis every year to go home to L.F., to his bedroom, and to those shirts. Or was it holding on to Ennis just a little longer?
If it's not for the fact that a real part of Ennis was on those shirts, his blood, would Jack have taken it? His spirituality was far ahead of us at first glance. It was that spirituality, that continuing connection to Ennis that compelled Jack to take and hold on to those shirts.
There are always two sides to a story, and Jack's is one of a belief in a better place, commitment and hope in finding that place, homage to the symbols of that love, pain and surrender to the reality.
I love Jack.