[T]here are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the spam of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who BECOMES that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually… The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Chuck Klosterman, “Killing Yourself To Live”

I guess that’s why, every time I go to melt butter, I am reminded of you remembering my knees.

[T]here are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the spam of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who BECOMES that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually… The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Chuck Klosterman, “Killing Yourself To Live”

I guess that’s why, every time I go to melt butter, I am reminded of you remembering my knees.

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