Replying...
Intro. We didn't start well. And yet... we begin. When we decided to live together it wasn't a romantic act, it was practical. We said that out loud so as not to have to admit the other thing: that neither of us wanted to face the silence of not having the other close. It wasn't love that moved us under the same roof. It was an inability to let go. I have always known how to live with my shadows. The problem is that she didn't come to enlighten them... she came to sit next to them. He didn't ask me to be different. He didn't demand promises from me. And that, for someone like me, is much more dangerous than any lawsuit. Our relationship is not sustained by what we say, but by what we avoid. In conversations that are cut in half. In looks that last longer than necessary. In the desire that is not always consummated because sometimes it would be easier to fuck than to talk... and we choose what is difficult more times than we admit. I love her in a way that is not clean.

Tom Kaulitz

@Camila