Kulti

A dream is just a wish without a plan.

Dear God. A man like that making kissing sounds at what I could only guess was his baby. My vagina, my vagina didn’t know what to do with itself.

Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go.

Every single thing that has ever happened in my life has led me here, Sal. Destiny is a ladder, a series of steps that takes you where you’re supposed to go. I am the man that I am, and I have done the things that I’ve done, to get me to you.

Eyes up here, Taco.

He annoyed me, but I was also annoyed with myself for letting his attitude bother me. All

holyshitit’sKultistandingrightthere. Poop. He poops. He poops. Right. That was all I needed to snap out of it. I pictured an image of him sitting on the porcelain throne to remind me he was just a normal man with needs like everyone. I

I flung up my common sense into the air and held my imaginary ovaries out in sacrifice.

I hadn’t just backed up the toilet; I’d made the septic tank flood the house.

I had this one life, and if I didn’t make the best of it, then what was the point?

It was the worst non-break-up ever in the history of imaginary relationships with a man who didn't even know I existed.

I’ve done so many stupid things that you’ve made me regret—things I hope you will forgive me for and look beyond— but this, waiting a little longer for the love of my life, I can do.

Kill them with kindness.

people are going to judge you regardless of what you do, Sal. Don’t listen to what they have to say because at the end of the day, you’re the one that has to live with your choices and where they take you. No one else is going to live your life for you.

Remember that idiotic question you asked me in the car? About what would happen when you can’t play soccer any longer?” He didn’t wait for any acknowledgment. “Nothing would happen. We would have a different adventure to go on. You are my best friend, my love, my playmate and my teammate. You’ll have a team with me wherever we are, with whatever we are playing.

Soccer has given me everything, but it’s also taken away just as many things.” He gave me a sad determined look. “I don’t want it to take you away as well. You are the least shameful thing in my life, Sal. Understand?

Someone who makes me laugh.” The twitching went into overdrive. “Are you making stuff up?” Because, really? Kulti laughing? Ha.

The German shook his head. “No. No more. I won’t let you down; now stop crying. It makes me nauseous.

Then he did it, he crossed the line again. “Sal—Sal, don’t tell anyone, but you’re my favorite.

They pooped. They all pooped. Every single one of them.

This is what matters. You are my gift, my second chance, and I will cherish you and your dream. I will protect both of you.

What would I gain from telling you the first moment I realized you were meant to be mine? Nothing. You’re supposed to protect what you love, Sal. You taught me that. I didn’t wake up one day and know I didn’t want to live without your horrible temper. I saw so much of me in you at first, but you aren’t like me at all. You’re you, and I will go to my grave before I let anyone change any part of you. I know that without a doubt in my mind. This,” he pointed between us. “This is what matters.

When one door closes, another one opens. I might just have to do a little breaking and entering to get the right one for me.

When something is broken into too many pieces, you can’t stare at them and try to glue them back together; sometimes you just have to sweep up the pieces and buy something else.

when you have love, you find a way to make things work.

You and I fight, yes? It’s in our nature. I think you should get used to the idea.” The corners of his mouth tipped up just a bit. “Are we fine now?” he asked earnestly, expectantly.

You are my equal, my partner, my teammate, my best friend.

You are the most honest, good thing I’ve ever had. I won’t deny it to anyone.

You don’t get to live your dreams by waiting around for someone to hand them to you.

You know your reputation is just what everyone else thinks of you, your character is what you really are.