Netflix is my BF

So I always used to say that Netflix was like my boyfriend. I tried really hard to impress him in the beginning and then as we gradually became more comfortable with each other, he would sometimes suggest amazing things for me to see or do and vice versa. We got along together and had fun. He would forgive my “phase” of liking all dance movies; “step up”, “step up 2 the streets”, and “dirty dancing two”, and would cheekily suggest any Hannah montana movie as if it was a response to me wanting to watch “clueless”!!!!! . Not the same thing!!!!!!!!

It ended badly with me seeing more of another man (Hulu) and Netflix just not understanding the person i had become and needed to be!!!!

It has been three years since we parted and it felt like it was about time that I could say hi to him at the drinks fountain at the gym.
So as we started on my tablet he was looking good, the curves I remembered, I was sweating and mildly aroused as I entered the keys and passwords to let me in to him. In to the world I remember that we shared together, where I could see that he had singlehandedly gathered dust boxes from around the world to make sure I see my obscure movies which bring me such joy. My memories
The “welcome back to netflix Kimberly” sign sent electricity down to my special “50 shades of grey place” and I knew without a doubt that everything between us is all forgiven and that it was going to be better than before. My memories. No. Our memories.

What I didn’t know during these moments of ecstasy was that he had been screwing with me. I didn’t know he had played a long game (in fact I didn’t know they existed) but boy did he get me. All those please come back to the world of Netflix had meant nothing!
He remembered me all right but had deleted the memories we had ever shared. All the saved and organized films and tv show have been removed and I am left staring at libraries of nothing offering only the option to choose your first film /tv series!!!!

But what if I get it wrong?
Is this the real test?