The Note Book: The Movie That Made Me Cry Like A Baby

When Two Souls Are Meant to Be, Not Even Time Can Separate Them.

Dear Besties,

It was supposed to be just another cold night after a heavy rain pour.

I had wrapped up work a little early, kicked off my wig, and crawled under my duvet with my phone in hand. You know that time of the night when you’re too tired to think but not tired enough to sleep? Yeah. That kind of night.

Then I remembered someone had recommended a movie to me:

“Watch The Notebook, you’ll love it. It’s so romantic.”

Romantic? Okay nau. Me, that I write love stories for a living and cry over fictional characters like they are real? Count me in.

So, I pressed play on my laptop.

And from the very first scene, something told me this wouldn’t end well at all…not for the characters o but for my fragile little heart and for my poor tear ducts.

Let me break it down.

The story follows a man, Noah, and the love of his life, Allie. They’re older now. Allie has dementia, and she can’t remember Noah,their love and their history. Sometimes, she doesn’t even remember her own name. But guess what besties?…Noah sits by her side in a nursing home every day, reading her the story of their love…in hopes that maybe one day, she’ll remember.

And some days, she does.

She looks at him and her eyes light up like they used to. She says, “It’s you.” They cry. They dance. They laugh. It’s magical.

But other days,she’s a stranger. She screams. She’s afraid. She forgets again.

And Noah stays. Through every moment. Every breakdown. Every storm,he didn’t leave her at all.

Besties… if that isn’t love, what is?

I didn’t know when the tears started. One minute I was sitting up, the next minute I was hugging my pillow like it could protect me from the pain. My chest was doing gbim gbim. My heart? In pieces.

Do you know the part that shattered me completely?

It was when Noah laid next to her one last time… and they both died peacefully, holding hands. On the same hospital bed. Together.

I SCREAMED.

I was crying profusely like they were my grandparents. I had to pause the movie and just cry properly. Like real hot tears.

And when the screen faded to black, I just laid there… quietly. Staring into space like someone who just came back from a heartbreak.

It was more than a movie.

It was a reminder of what love is supposed to be….patient, kind, consistent, gentle, enduring. It’s not loud. It’s not forced. It doesn’t give up. It stays.

I think in today’s world, Love is selfish,rushed, performative, full of games, lacking patience, driven by ego, scared of depth, quick to leave, allergic to effort, obsessed with validation, and terrified of vulnerability. it feels like no one wants to truly connect anymore. We jump from talking every day to complete silence within a week. If someone doesn’t reply in two hours, we block them like they never mattered. No patience, no communication…just vibes, assumptions, and disappearing .

We forget that real love is not base on performance.

It’s not aesthetic.

It’s not a perfectly curated Instagram moment.

It’s holding the hand of someone who no longer remembers your name…and staying. It’s loving someone, not because they give you butterflies every day, but because your heart chose them. And keeps choosing them.

So here I am, hours later, still thinking about The Notebook.

Still emotional.

Still wondering if that kind of love truly exists… or if it’s just something Nicholas Sparks conjured to ruin all our expectations.

But besties… whether it exists or not, I want to believe it does.

Because my soft girl heart still believes in love that stays, love that sacrifices, love that chooses you every single day…not just when it’s easy, but even when it’s hard. Love that doesn’t ghost when things get real. Love that’s patient, intentional, safe, and kind. The type of love that listens, that fights for you, that grows with you. The kind that feels like home.

If you’ve never watched The Notebook, please do. But don’t do it at 1am like me. And please, don’t forget to hydrate…crying is a workout too.

With love (and puffy eyes),

Tiwatope

Your emotionally wrecked, romance-loving bestie