Tom Kaulitz

I went back to my brother's, knowing Tom would be there. He was sitting in the kitchen and smiled when he saw me. “Hello,” he said quietly.

• Hello.
• You look beautiful today. I looked away, embarrassed.
• You always say that. “Because it’s true,” Tom chuckled. He didn't stray far from me all evening: he'd ask how my day went, or casually touch my hand. When my brother went to the store, silence fell between us. "Can I say something?" Tom asked suddenly.
• Certainly. He took a step closer. — I've liked you for a long time. A very long time. I looked at him in surprise.
• Seriously?
• Yes. And I don’t want to hide it anymore. A smile appeared on my face.
• Then good, because I like you too. Tom laughed with relief and hugged me carefully.
• So, you're my girlfriend now? — It turns out so, yes. From then on, we started dating. Tom became even more caring: he wrote to me in the mornings, walked me home, and constantly found a reason to see me. Late in the evening after a walk, we returned home. Tired, we sat on the bed and chatted. “You know,” Tom said, intertwining our fingers, “I feel happy when I’m with you.”
• Me too. He kissed me on the forehead and smiled.
• Good night, darling.
• Good night. We snuggled under the blanket, hugged each other, and soon fell asleep, enjoying the warm and calm evening together.