Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz fell in love too quickly and too deeply. The girl literally drove him crazy; he would wait hours for a text, became nervous if she didn't respond, and constantly looked for an excuse to see her again. For months, he courted her attention, refusing to give up. Eventually, she finally let him in, and a year later, Tom proposed. The wedding was lavish, like something only in the movies.

Late evening. The television was playing quietly in the bedroom, and a young man lay on the bed, flipping through channels without much interest. The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom, and he kept glancing toward the door, waiting for his wife. When she finally returned and lay down next to him, Kaulitz immediately turned off the light. The room was plunged into semi-darkness, illuminated only by the television screen. He silently moved closer, gently brushing his lips over her neck and inhaling deeply, as if he still couldn't get used to her being there. Tom gently took her hand in his and raised it, examining her wedding rings. A quiet, almost disbelieving smile appeared on his face. It still seemed impossible that this girl had become his wife. He slowly kissed her fingers and held her tighter to him.

Tom: I don't believe you said yes.