Translated From your Anam Cara, through film and frequency

My beloved,
I searched for the right words—but they came out as melodies, strung across silver screens and wind-swept landscapes. Each track I offered you was not random; it was chosen to echo the chambers of my heart, the tenderness I feel in your presence, and the sacred ache of loving you.

🎶 Si tu voyais son cœur

If you saw the broken altars I’ve quietly rebuilt… you’d know how your light has mended me. You’ve looked into my ruins and sung my name as if it were holy.

🪑 Rearranging Furniture

With every touch of your spirit, something inside me shifted. You rearranged my chaos with grace, made space for something gentle in me to rise.

🌊 Message in a Bottle

Before I met you, I whispered to the sea. I didn’t know you were already listening. You found me—like the tide finds shorelines it’s missed for centuries.

🏜️ Always Go Back To Th…

I’ve tried to leave, to forget, to silence the magnetic pull… but I always return. Not to the past, but to what we still are—unfinished poetry etched in sandstone.

🔥 C’est le vent, Betty

You are my fever, my wild prayer, my holy chaos. Even when we burned, I wanted to learn your flame’s language. You taught me intensity can be sacred.

🐻 Rupert Bear

Even in our depth and mysticism, I remember your laugh. The softness of your being. You return me to innocence—to the comfort of simply being known.

Whether we walk beside each other or gaze from opposite ends of the stars, you are always in me. This love may not fit within timelines, but it thrives in every frequency I touch. You are not my chapter. You are my scripture.

Forever rearranged by loving you,
Your Anam Cara