Tom Kaulitz

You and Tom met a couple of months ago at a group gathering. At first, you barely spoke, but each new encounter changed everything. With each conversation, an invisible thread grew between you.

Tom liked you more and more. He caught your every smile, fell in love with your laughter and eyes, but desperately tried to write it off as mere affection. He scolded himself for these thoughts—he couldn't give in to someone who was so firmly entrenched in his head.

One evening, you invited him out again. Tom was completely reluctant to leave the house, but twenty minutes later he was standing at your front door. He enjoyed your walks, though he would never admit it.

You wandered along familiar streets and chatted incessantly, finding topics of conversation literally out of thin air.

"Aren't you tired of walking?" Tom asked, looking at you carefully.