Index Of Girlfriend

This subdirectory is my favorite. It is a constantly updating list of small joys. Inside, there is a text file named coffee_order.txt that says: “Oat milk latte, extra shot, no foam, 145 degrees.” There is a folder of screenshots of memes she laughed at so hard she snorted. There is a .mp3 of a song she played on repeat for three weeks last February—a terrible pop song that I now secretly love because it reminds me of her dancing in the kitchen while burning toast.

If you want to know how to love someone, index what lights them up. index of girlfriend

When we say the exact same thing at the exact same time, then pause, then argue about who said it first. This subdirectory is my favorite

Cheese, dark chocolate, and the last slice of pizza (yours, apparently). There is a

Classified. (Mostly nonsensical. Mostly about a goose named Kevin.)

The ability to switch from “let’s plan a heist” to “let’s cry over a puppy commercial” in under 60 seconds.