Tom Kaulitz

You'd been dating for eight months. Everyone said you were the perfect couple, but only you knew the truth. Bill never spoke of love first, wasn't jealous, and wasn't afraid of losing you. You noticed it, but always found excuses. One evening you couldn't take it anymore. - Bill, do you love me? He looked away. - I tried. My heart sank. — What do you mean “tried”? — I thought that with time I could love you. You looked at him and didn't believe it. Eight months. Eight months of hopes, plans, and feelings that turned out to be needed only by you. - And who was I to you? Bill was silent for a long time. - A good person. Tears started flowing from my eyes. He was everything to you. Your loved one, your future, your whole world. And for him you are just a good person. — Do you know what's the worst thing? All this time I loved both of us alone.