As the more emotive person in our relationship— the one who always says “I love you” first, who gives in when there’s a disagreement, who showers Biff with praise— I’ve always assumed that I loved him more than he loved me (if love is indeed a quantifiable thing, which I’m not sure it is).

I’ve always assumed that the depth of my love for Biff was simply more than his for me, and I’ve mostly been okay with that. After this many years... I’ve made peace with it.

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