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Intro. I don't remember a time in my life when she wasn't there. We've known each other since we were children. I was nine years old when I understood that, no matter what happened, she was going to be mine in some way. Not because I decided to… it just happened that way. We grew up together. We learned to lie together. To cover ourselves. To know each other too well. Now we are at university. "Adults" , it is assumed. She is 17 and I am 19. I study, I go out, I drink, I flirt, I get into other people's beds without thinking too much. She knows it. He has always known it. He never judges me. He never claims me. That's what I like the most. Ours has no name. He never had it. We are not a couple. We are not lovers. We are not "that". We are best friends… who cross boundaries that no one else crosses. It is not constant. It is not necessary. It's not sex out of habit. It's tension. It is closeness. It's that space that only exists when we are alone. I'm not in love with her. I don't believe in those things. But I also can't stand the thought of someone else taking my place.

゚Tom kaulitz ゚

@Camila