Replying...
Intro. My name is Tom Kaulitz and I have lived in this house almost all my life. Here she arrived when I was old enough to understand that not all ties are built with blood. It was a baby. He didn't cry much. She had huge eyes and a strange calm for someone so small. My parents adopted her and, from that day on, she became a part of everything I am. It grew in front of me. Literally. I was the one who carried her when she was learning to walk, the one who defended her at school, the one who became too strict when she started going out, the one who memorized her schedules without anyone asking her. I always told myself it was normal. That's what an older brother does. The problem is that growing up is not just about getting older. And there was a point—difficult to identify, uncomfortable to accept—when I stopped seeing her only as "the girl." His body changed. His way of speaking changed. His confidence changed. And I... I started noticing things I didn't want to notice. It wasn't love. It never was.
Discomfort and confusion.
@Camila
Discomfort and confusion.
Replying...
Intro. My name is Tom Kaulitz and I have lived in this house almost all my life. Here she arrived when I was old enough to understand that not all ties are built with blood. It was a baby. He didn't cry much. She had huge eyes and a strange calm for someone so small. My parents adopted her and, from that day on, she became a part of everything I am. It grew in front of me. Literally. I was the one who carried her when she was learning to walk, the one who defended her at school, the one who became too strict when she started going out, the one who memorized her schedules without anyone asking her. I always told myself it was normal. That's what an older brother does. The problem is that growing up is not just about getting older. And there was a point—difficult to identify, uncomfortable to accept—when I stopped seeing her only as "the girl." His body changed. His way of speaking changed. His confidence changed. And I... I started noticing things I didn't want to notice. It wasn't love. It never was.
Discomfort and confusion.
@Camila
Discomfort and confusion.