I wonder why I can see your face.

Now that I'm asleep in my bed, next to my loving wife.

I wonder why I can feel my heart pound rapidly against my ribcage as your mouth curls into that wide smile of yours.

How come that I'm dreaming of you?

I can feel bitterness spill all over my insides, and I see how you shed the tears I wished you would have shed when I left you.

Your mouth is to forms words, those words, but I cannot hear your voice.

'Jeg elskar dig' your lips mouth.

I've heard you say those words over and over again - to me. Promising we would always be with each other.

But I kept telling myself, I'd hate you. Day in day out, just to keep up a façade, always lying to myself.

I didn't want it to be true.

And every time you kissed me I pretended to dislike the feeling of your lips brushing gently against mine. Every time you told me you'd love me I'd tell you to screw yourself.

Why? You ask me.

Because of my god damned jealousy.

Telling me you'd love me all the time, teasing me with your kisses.

And then? You'd go hang out with Norway.

You'd laugh with him. You'd show him your pretty smile, which I wanted to have all to myself.

You said 'I feel home, where Norway is.' Yeah, I heard that, and it hurt, it hurt more than being cut into pieces by your axe.

You'd cuddle with him, you'd have fun with him.

And you only teased me.

So I left.

I wonder if you're happy with Norway by now?

I wish, you weren't…

But who am I to say - to think this way?

I married my best friend, because I couldn't have you all to myself?

What an Idiot I am…

But it's my fault for keeping my mouth shut all the time.

Who am I to dream about you, that I lie to myself every day when I wake up?

'I don't love him', I tell my reflection every day when I think about you.

But whom am I trying to fool?

I, that I live a lie.

I, that I'm dreaming of you, that I'm lying in bed next to a wife I pretend to love.

I, that I wish to turn back the time and tell you 'Jag älskar dig.'