Last week I woke up to a text from my ex, a guy I haven’t spoken to for over two years. It was the classic “r u up?” message, the one you’d assume would have left me feeling relatively smug and him somewhat mortified. Unfortunately, this was not the case. Instead, it sent me on a humiliating dive into his Instagram, into old pictures from the summer we first began dating, and, even more embarrassingly, into our old text messages. I couldn’t stop. Before I’d even brushed my teeth, I’d done a more than rigorous investigation of our relationship’s digital archives, stored safely within everything from Instagram, my camera roll, Facebook Messenger, WhatsApp and even Spotify – there’s a particular playlist that sadly had to be sacrificed after said breakup. It was maddening. I hadn’t yearned for this man for years and yet here I was, longing for the days when we were last an item. The dating lives of Generation Z are subject to more analysis and critique than any generation that has come before us. But there is one thing that I believe is yet to be spoken about: after a break-up, our phones keep our exes in
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