I've come to realize that, while I cared for my ex, I mostly loved the fact he would cuddle me, and always held me close. When we had sex it was amazing, and he would spend the night. I know looking back there where signs I wasn't as important to him as I thought I was, and I'm okay with it, because he made me realize, at least a bit, what a real relationship is suppose to look like, and I thank him for that. I miss it a lot, but I'll find something even better