11 January 2009

From "The Notebook" by Nicholas Sparks

Sunday, January 11, 2009 Posted by Aimee , 11 comments
 I was reading The Notebook before I came face-to-face with this computer screen. It touched my heart in every way possible. I'd watched the movie before I got the chance to read it, so maybe that made me appreciate the movie even more.

And as I was reading the book, I went through the sappy moments again. Not the way I had while reading the last parts of "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult, but in the romantically-sappy way.
So I want to share these two parts that made made the trick and made me cry.

This was the note Noah gave Allie right before she left. She wondered how she could ever be happy again. And instead of answering, he pressed the note into her hands, which she read on her way home.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this good-bye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come.When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understands, we've been forced to say good-bye. I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does.
But if we never meet again and this is truly good-bye, I know we will see each other again in another life. We will find each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we've had before.

Another one is the letter from Allie...

Dear Noah,
I write this letter by candlelight as you lie sleeping in the bedroom we have shared since the day we were married. And though I can't hear the soft sounds of your slumber, I know you are there, and soon I will be lying next to you again as I always have. And I will feel your warmth and your comfort, and your breaths will slowly guide me to the place where I dream of you and the wonderful man you are. I see the flame beside me and it reminds me of another fire from decades ago, with me in your soft clothes and you in your jeans. I knew then we would always be together, even though I wavered the following day. My heart had been captured, roped by a southern poet, and I knew inside that it had always been yours. Who was I to question a love that rode on shooting stars and roared like crashing waves? For that is what it was between us then and that is what it is today. I remember coming back to you the next day, the day my mother visited. I was so scared, more scared than I had ever been because I was sure you would never forgive me for leaving you. I was shaking as I got out of the car, but you took it all away with your smile and the way you held your hand out to me. "How 'bout some coffee," was all you said. And you never brought it up again. In all our years together. Nor did you question me when I would leave and walk alone the next few days. And when I came in with tears in my eyes, you always knew whether I needed you to hold me or to just let me be. I don't know how you knew, but you did, and you made it easier for me. Later when we went to the small chapel and traded our rings and made our vows, I looked in your eyes and knew I had made the right decision. But more than that, I knew I was foolish for ever considering someone else. I have never wavered since.

We had a wonderful life together, and I think about it a lot now. I close my eyes sometimes and see you with speckles of gray in your hair, sitting on the porch and playing your guitar while little ones play and clap to the music you create. Your clothes are stained from hours of work and you are tired, and though I offer you time to relax, you smile and say, "That's what I am doing now." I find your love for our children very sensual and exciting. "You're a better father than you know," I tell you later, after the children are sleeping. Soon after, we peel off our clothes and kiss each other and almost lose ourselves before we are able to slip between the flannel sheets.
I love you for many things, especially your passions, for they have always been those things which are most beautiful in life. Love and poetry and fatherhood and friendship and beauty and nature. And I am glad you have taught the children these things, for I know their lives are better for it. They tell me how special you are to them, and every time they do, it makes me feel like the luckiest woman alive.

You have taught me as well, and inspired me, and supported me in my painting, and you will never know how much it has meant to me. My works hang in museums and private collections now, and though there have been times when I was frazzled and distracted because of shows and critics, you were always there with kind words, encouraging me. You understood my need for my own studio, my own space, and saw beyond the paint on my clothes and in my hair and sometimes on the furniture. I know it was not easy. It takes a man to do that, Noah, to live with something like that. And you have.

For forty-five years now. Wonderful years. You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.

You have something inside you, Noah, something beautiful and strong. Kindness, that's what I see when I look at you now, that's what everyone sees. Kindness. You are the most forgiving and peaceful man I know. God is with you, He must be, for you are the closest thing to an angel that I've ever met. 

I know you thought me crazy for making us write our story before we finally leave our home, but I have my reasons and I thank you for your patience. And though you asked, I never told you why, but now I think it is time you knew.We have lived a lifetime most couples never know, and yet, when I look at you, I am frightened by the knowledge that all this will be ending soon. For we both know my prognosis and what it will mean to us. I see your tears and I worry more about you than I do about me, because I fear the pain I know you will go through. There are no words to express my sorrow for this, and I am at a loss for words.

So I love you so deeply, so incredibly much, that I will find a way to come back to you despite my disease, I promise you that. And this is where the story comes in. When I am lost and lonely, read this story--just as you told it to the children--and know that in some way, I will realize it about us. And perhaps, just perhaps, we will find a way to be together again.
Please don't be angry with me on days I do not remember you, and we both know they will come. Know that I love you, that I always will, and that no matter what happens, know I have led the greatest life possible. My life with you.

And if you save this letter to read again, then believe what I am writing for you now. Noah, wherever you are and whenever this is, I love you. I love you now as I write this, and I love you now as you read this. And I am so sorry if I am not able to tell you. I love you deeply, my husband. You are, and always have been, my dream.


... It made me wanna cry again :(


  1. favorite movie ko yan ^^ but haven't read the book yet.. ok rin cguro basahin mas detaiLed noh? sa movie kasi 2hrs Lang.. mas mahaba pag sa book ^^

  2. aww..it's one of my fave books..and movies.. :) it's very romantic.. at nung napanood ko yung movie umiyak taLaga ako~ their stories very inspirationaL.. sweet.. :)

  3. as in.. umiyak din talaga ako.. kagabi ko pa talaga tinapos yung last chapters.. i was weeping ulit.. hmmm..

  4. nakakahiya man pero hindi ko pa napapanood yong movie nito,*poor me* pero right now, binabasa ko rin yong book kaya nga hindi ko na masyado binasa yong mga qouted post mo sis, kasi binabasa ko rin ngayon tong book na 'to eh, & mejo wala pa ako sa part na 'yan.. heehee!

  5. @ kristel: hehe.. wag mo na lang basahin post ko. baka ma-spoil.. hehehe.. good book sis :D

  6. is that the story of a old guy telling a story to an old lady who got memory problem, but the story was about their love life from their youth????


  7. The Notebook is one of my favorite movies! I never got the chance to read the book though. I went straight to watching the movie and I instantly fell in love with it :) Daming mushy parts. AHLAVET SUPER.

  8. who wouldnt like that commercial.. hahha soo cute.. kaso i felt sad in the end kc di sila nagkatuluyan.. pwo ok na din.. the over all commercial was great.. hhahaha

    take care :)