Music, Memories, and Insecurity

My girlfriend still shares her workout playlist with her ex and honestly, I think I'm losing

my mind over Spotify. Six months in, everything's perfect except for this one thing that's

eating me alive. Every morning, she laces up her sneakers, pops in her earbuds,

and hits play on songs they used to sweat to together. Their playlist. Their vibe.

Their memories pumping through her headphones while I'm making us breakfast. I brought it up

twice. She laughed it off. Just music, babe. You're overthinking.

But here's my hot take. Music isn't just music when it's curated by someone

who used to know her body better than I do. Every beat drop is a shared memory