The Case For Crushes

There is a folder on my computer containing screenshots of the messages people I’ve liked have sent to me. Housed within that folder are feelings, or pictures of feelings, snapshots of times where someone has said something I decided was The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me. The folder is a living thing, and it’s a real thing; just as real as a diary entry or a message to your group text about The Hottest Person You Just Saw In Real Life.