I picked "I dont know".
Its odd. A year after the break up (break up was in 2006), I realized that I NEVER loved him; I just really, really liked him (well, and he was my 1st real bf).
But I hated him for what he did to me (he stressed me out. I could never trust him, he was very much of a flirt, he always talked to other gals on the internet/Myspace, he made me cry a lot, after a while he didnt want me to hang out with him, he did a lot of drugs- mainly weed, etc.).
But I do thank him for the experience.
I learned how to be smarter person (I know what I want/don't want in a significant other).
The funny thing is, I think of him every so often. I wonder how is he doing, but I know he will never change. And I never ever would want a relationship with him again (I'd rather slit my wrists than be with him again, lol). So maybe I am over him (or I've grown up to be an adult, while he's still a 25 y/o loser who lives at home with his parents, smokes weed 24/7 and DOESNT pay any bills b/c mommy and daddy pay for everything. He will never learn about life by being shelterd).