Let's face it, we are always going to remember our ex's. If you had a strong bond with them and the relationship ended badly or much too soon, you're gonna have some form of resentment or regret. But no matter what, we are always going to wish them luck. It could be ironically, like wishing that they wake the fuck up and realize how much of a dick he/she was and hope they don't do it to someone else, or you can genuinely mean it and hope for them to find someone better than you. Someone who is more compatible with them. This isn't limited to only romantic relationships either. This can be said for practically anyone we have ever loved and lost at one point. It can be for a lost one as we hope they are safe and happier in another life. It can be for a friend who has lost his/her place in your life as we wish them good fortune and hopefully another opportunity to become someone to remember in the life of someone else's. Almost any relationship can relate to this. Now, I'm gonna be honest. Although I would like to say that all of my thoughts are positive, that is not the case. There are some who wish her misfortune. Some that hope that she gets hurt by someone she cares greatly about so she can feel how I felt. Some even wish for her to realize what she did to me and return. But I know that is not what I really want. Those thoughts originate in the perverse section located in all of our minds. We humans are naturally born with it and cannot escape it. But that does not mean we have to let it control us. It can be tamed, with the first step being to identify what you truly feel and distinguish them from the lies. With practice, it becomes easier and easier. I, as a hopeless romantic, am cursed with the characteristic of putting others before myself. It is my hamartia. However, the positives from this is that I can wish anyone good fortune and mean it from the bottom of my heart. This characteristic only becomes stronger when the person has wronged me. It's funny, almost satirical even, if you think about it. The ones who hurt us most are especially the ones we hope would lead a happy life. For me, there is no other way to look at it other than with pride. Pride for lowering my own ego and pain to willingly wish them luck. That is a sign of strength. It's encouraging to know that I am strong in at least something.