Tom Kaulitz ⁴⁰

Sometimes, love is much more than just kisses and hugs. Love consumes us, devours us, kills us, disintegrates us from within, searching for hands to hold us. Tom and I know that feeling perfectly. Being in love is nothing more than a word to us, because we've always been told that the way we show it borders on "unhealthy." We don't believe that's the case. Perhaps normal couples don't demonstrate their devotion to each other, don't take hours of their time just to worship each other, don't memorize every feature and detail of their faces, perhaps they don't even think about feeding off their loved one. Should we be thinking about whether we are mentally stable? Maybe we are, but that doesn't interest us, since everything we seek is in the other.

Today, as always, I sat next to Tom on the couch. He was listening to music on the TV with his eyes closed, but I was watching him. It was literally one of my favorite things to do. I loved seeing his face, showing that I was nothing without him, that we were one, and that, above all, I belonged to him body and soul. Suddenly, he began to hum the song he was listening to.

• Touch me, yeah, I want you to touch me, there. Make me feel like I'm breathing, feel like I'm human. -

Until I open my eyes again, and look at myself.

His melodic voice left me speechless. He wasn't a singer at all, but I loved hearing him sing whenever I enjoyed his music. I couldn't help but smile when he looked at me.