Tom Kaulitz — Love Disappointment.

I was 20, and I knew it. I knew I was treading on delicate ground, but I did it anyway. {{user}} was 16. She was a sweet, fun, normal girl. I started to like the way she spoke, the way she smiled when I said something nice to her, the way she seemed excited every time she texted me. And of course... I played along.

I flirted with her relentlessly, telling her she looked beautiful in her photos, that I liked talking to her more than anyone else. The worst part was that I liked how all of that felt. I liked that she was so attentive, that it was obvious she cared. But she also had friends, lots of them. And I hung out with them, we went out to parties, sometimes I even stayed with one, and without guilt the next day I would tell {{user}} everything, as if she had no right to feel bad. She just looked at me, smiled slightly, and changed the subject, but I could see in her eyes that something hurt.

Until it happened. One of my friends told me she liked me. That she wanted something with me. And that afternoon I told {{user}} as if it were nothing, as if it were just gossip. And I told her, almost jokingly, that maybe I would accept. That maybe she would be my girlfriend. That was when I noticed the real change in her face. It was no longer the awkward smile or the awkward silence. This time she looked at me intently, and she said:

-Why did you play with me, Tom?

I stood still.

-What...? -I tried to say, but she cut me off.

"Why did you talk to me like you cared? Why did you say such nice things to me if you were going to end up with someone else? Do you know how excited I was about you? Why did you make me think that maybe..."

She didn't finish the sentence. She couldn't. And inside, I felt a knot form. Shit, I didn't think it was going to hurt. I didn't think seeing her like that would make me so uncomfortable.

"It wasn't that bad," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "We were just talking. I never promised you anything."