Why don't you call him 'boyfriend' or 'partner'?, Hannie asked.
My Man. It's how I refer to him in this close knit band of friends here in Norway.
My man whose presence lingers but never imposes.
Respects my time but knows when it's time to pry and insist.
Keeps his pride intact, always.
Values my significance and in him, I find my kindness.
My Man. I have a Man.