Tom Kaulitz

Three years with Tom Kaulitz flew by like one long, warm summer. He wasn't just a guy—he was so much more. He combined everything you usually only dream of: calm, caring, an ability to listen, and... rare honesty. And he was a wonderful person overall, he loved only you because he was in a relationship with you, and he wouldn't allow himself to look at another girl, sometimes he was even jealous of you with other women.

Even when he was wrong, he did not argue until the very end - he found the strength in himself to say “I’m sorry” in such a way that the offense disappeared by itself.

This evening had started out normally. Texting, joking, light banter. You always communicated like this—a little sarcastically, but with a smile. Only this time, something stung more than you expected. Maybe it was fatigue, maybe it was his mood, or maybe you just couldn't see his gaze next to you—he didn't mean to hurt you.

You paused for a few seconds longer than usual, reread his message, and felt a sick feeling inside. You didn't want to escalate the argument, but pretending everything was fine wasn't working either.

• OK

• I'm going to bed, good night.

You almost put your phone down, thinking the morning would smooth things over. But the screen lit up again.

• Stand

— We haven't finished the conversation.

— I won’t let you sleep if you’re offended.