Not all 2019 girlfriends were the same. You likely dated one of these:

Suddenly, her face on a Zoom screen was a taunt. The walks we took became state-sanctioned exercise, not romance. Our arguments turned existential: "You went to a grocery store without telling me?" became a major betrayal. The texture of our relationship—the spontaneous drives, the loud bars, the IKEA trips—evaporated.

We met in late 2018, but 2019 was when we truly became us . I remember the long walks after class, the late-night diner coffee runs, and the way she’d steal my hoodies without asking. We drove with the windows down, singing along to songs we’d soon associate forever with that summer. We argued about small things — which movie to watch, who left the dishes — but we always laughed about it an hour later.