Just that quickly, this version of me who understood that people changed over the years was reborn from the ashes of teenage Sal. The grown-up version of me didn’t give a single fuck about Reiner Kulti. He hadn’t been the one who sat through my practices, my games. He wasn’t the one who stressed about my injuries and teased me through my recuperation periods. I had a list of people that I loved and respected, people that had earned their way into my heart and deserved my loyalty. Reiner Kulti wasn’t anyone special in the ways that really mattered. He’d been my inspiration a very long time ago,
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Omg beautiful
