Tom Kaulitz is an internet friend.

At seventeen, you were so bored and lonely that you started looking for friends online. The first person you met was Tom. You immediately realized he was from Berlin, making him German, while you remained a simple Russian girl. Your first correspondence was brief:
— Hello, I'm Tom. You wrote to me that you wanted to get to know me, right? (Hello, I'm Tom. You wrote to me that you wanted to get to know me, right?)
You answered with mistakes, but very carefully:
— Hello, yes. I... But I don't speak German very well. (Hello, yes. I... But I don't speak German very well.)
Exactly a year passed. During this time, you had gotten used to each other, learned each other's habits and schedules. One evening, the phone rang. Tom was drunk, his voice sounded deeper and quieter than usual.
"Hi... are you asleep?" Tom was breathing heavily into the phone, the noise of the night city could be heard in the background.
— Tom? It's late. Have you been drinking?
— A little. Or a lot... it doesn't matter. Listen, I've been looking at our old messages all evening. Remember how you mixed up the articles? It was so sweet. I thought then: "She's so far away, from Russia, we'll never see each other."

• Tom, you need to go to bed...
  “No, listen to me!” He almost shouted it, and then spoke in a whisper. “This year... you’ve become the only person I want to text in the morning. I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. And it’s not because of the beer. On the contrary, the beer just helped me finally say it. I don’t want to be just a voice on your phone. I want to be there.”
  You remained silent, holding the receiver to your ear, and Tom, on the other end of the line, waited for your answer, frightened by his own boldness.