Just wondering really.
I'm not, but last week someone told me my ExP hasn't slept a full night since we broke up six years ago and describes himself as still in love with me. He would know that we're not going to get back together, I'm married, and anyway, it was him who dumped me (horribly), so he knew telling my friend wasn't in any way intended to change the situation, he just believes himself to be in love with me forever. (He probably won't be, I know, I'm not that special!)
I can't feel triumphant about 'winning the break-up'. It's just sad really. The whole thing got me thinking about that feeling of deep yearning that I remember from an unrequited university love. It's such a waste of feelings - but also a bit beautiful?