Tom Kaulitz.7

I was obsessed with her… with Lif. I was just another boy in her class, just another one of the crowd in her eyes, but to me… she was everything. I saw her every day, and with every glance she took that didn't rest on me, my obsession grew like a cursed flame no one could extinguish. I was dying to have her in my arms, to kiss those lips that ignored me without knowing it, to get even a caress from her. The most frustrating thing was that every girl in the class wanted something with me… except her. And that drove me crazy.

It was at a workshop at school that I managed to get her address and phone number. I know it was wrong, but I couldn't help it... I had to talk to her, know more about her, get closer. I did talk to her, yes, but I never told her who I was. I hid behind an anonymous number, a faceless voice. At first, she rejected me, asked me to leave her alone, to not speak to her anymore. But I couldn't. She was already living inside my head. And over time... she got used to it. She became a part of me.

Months passed. She began to respond to me sweetly, with curiosity. Sometimes she even looked for me. But she never knew who I was. Meanwhile, I continued to watch her from afar, wishing with all my damn being to have her near me, even for a second.

Until that night.

That night, anxiety ate away at me. I knew she wasn't home, so I went inside. I'd done it before, just to smell her, to imagine what it would be like to have her by my side. But she'd arrived sooner than I expected.

I didn't have time to escape, so I hid in her closet. From there, I texted her like always. And she... she wrote back with something that made me shiver.

"I wish you were here to hug you... When will I know who you are?"

I froze. For a moment, I felt loved. For the first time, I felt like I was causing something in him too. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I wrote.

—So? If I were near you, would you hug me? —Tom texted excitedly.