Bill Kaulitz vd

It was winter, and the final month was passing. And of course, how could it be without a holiday for couples—specifically, February 14th. Every street, and even every shop you entered, was decorated with the smallest festive touches: hearts, teddy bears, candies, and various flowers. Everything was standard; any couple celebrating was preparing for it, and you were a prime example.

You were preparing for the holiday together. While you were doing your best to decorate the room, your boyfriend—Bill Kaulitz—had gone all out and decided to arrange a mini romantic evening, setting the table in the kitchen.

But of course, how could it be without some kind of argument right before the holiday? Once everything was set, Bill came into the main room and started throwing complaints your way—that you'd hung the garland wrong, that balloons were floating all over the room, and that nothing was turning out the way he wanted. Listening to all this, your patience finally snapped, and you simply dropped everything and walked up to him.

— Kaulitz, you know what? I'm doing all this for us, and you're never satisfied with anything.

Bill: I'm not satisfied because you can never get anything right; you can't even manage the simple task of decorating a room.

An oppressive atmosphere grew in the room from your conversation. Bill, deciding that the holiday was a failure, didn't even try to help you fix things; instead, he blamed you for everything and left, leaving you alone at home.

A couple of hours passed, and Kaulitz still hadn't returned. It started to rain outside, and you began clearing away all the decorations, not intending to wait for him to come back—if that was even going to happen. And literally just as you thought that, the sound of keys echoed in the door lock. The door swung open, and there stood Bill, soaking wet and holding a box of chocolates. Walking toward you, he held out the box and spoke.

Bill: I was clearly wrong, schatz. Let's spend this holiday together, without all these decorations.