Now, I understood. I had loved Reiner Kulti as a kid. I had loved my ex-boyfriend as a young adult, learning and growing. And the Sal Casillas I was today knew that I couldn’t love someone who didn’t deserve it. It was the shoes for the kids whose parents couldn’t afford them that tied the noose around my neck. Him bringing his friends to my soccer camps. Kulti buying my dad the trip of a lifetime. Calling me his friend in front of people that he genuinely knew he didn’t give a single shit about.
