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Der hjertet ditt hviler, begynner mitt.

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Sometimes a song just isn’t enough. Sometimes words refuse to fit into the lines of a verse. Because some feelings speak in deeper tones, and echo far longer. Since the day I met her, I’ve been learning this—there’s a different kind of music in every touch, every laugh, every glance.

In the stillness of the night, with her breath melting into my skin under that blanket, it’s like my heart forgets its rhythm. There, in that tiny cocoon, the world comes to a halt. Chaos may exist outside, the past may hold its shadows—but when I’m with her… Alt er stille. Alt gir mening.

I ask myself: Why does this woman affect me so deeply?

Because in her eyes, I found the home I’d been searching for. Because her voice is the echo of a peace I thought I’d lost. Because when she touches me, a forgotten child inside me smiles again. And that child is no longer afraid. Em wraps herself around my vulnerability like a blanket—soft, warm, honest.
Hun er trygghet. Hun er hjem.


Time bends when she’s near. Minutes turn into poetry. Sometimes, we don’t even need to speak—and even that silence is full, echoing. And all I can think is:
“Do you know that even the ordinary feels extraordinary with you?”

Loving you isn’t flashy. But it runs deep. It roots itself. And in those quiet, overwhelming moments, I just want to tell her:

“Du er musikken min.”

"No one will ever grasp what passes between us,
As long as glances carry the letters we send.
Listen — I speak with my silent lips,
Answer me with your eyes, in the language only we understand."