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You know what hurts about this movie? Not the ending. Not the part where he dies. Not even the moment he says he is still going. What hurts, what completely wrecks you, is that she stayed. After everything, after knowing, after falling for someone who warned her from the beginning that he’d already made up his mind… she still stayed. And she loved him like she didn’t care if it broke her.

That’s why Me Before You isn’t just a romance movie. It’s a movie you carry. One of those films you put on again even though you know exactly what it’s about to do to you. And right now, with it trending at number six on Netflix globally, it feels like the whole world is remembering what it’s like to be wrecked by something that doesn’t even try to soften the blow.

Louisa Clark is bright and ridiculous and doesn’t belong in a story like this. And that is exactly why she works so well. This full-of-life girl shows up with stripes and puff sleeves and a nervous laugh and absolutely no clue what to say to a man who clearly doesn’t want her around. But she stays anyway. Even when he’s cold. Even when he’s cruel. Even when it’s easier to walk out.

Now, about Will Traynor, this man doesn’t make it easy. He was someone once sharp, active, and in control of everything. Now he needs help to eat and get dressed, and breathe through the day. And he has already decided he doesn’t want to live like that.

Initially, it starts with Will pushing Louisa, and slowly, you don’t even realise what is happening. He starts teasing her. She starts pushing back. She brings him birthday balloons and terrible jokes and awkward silences, and without meaning to, they build something.

And then she finds out what happened. The Switzerland trip. The six months, those fucking six months. That she wasn’t just hired to take care of him; she was brought in to delay him. And even after knowing the truth, she just decides to stay, with that stubborn little spark that only Lou has, that she is going to change his mind.

And you watch her try. In the small ways that matter. The horse races. The trip abroad. The moment she reads him that book. The way she looks at him, like she is terrified to love him, but doing it anyway. And then that scene, in the rain, where she finally says it. She loves him. Fully. Without games. And he tells her no. That’s not enough. That she has made his life better, but not livable. And he says thank you. And sorry. And that she made it harder.

And she still goes. To Switzerland. To him. Not to stop him. Not to change his mind. Just to be there when it ends. Because that’s what love looks like in this movie: not holding on, but letting go, and sitting with someone when they need you the most, even if it breaks you in ways no one else will ever see.

You finish this movie, and you don’t cry because it’s sad. You cry because it was real. That’s why it’s trending again. Because some stories don’t fade. They wait for you to remember them.