I just try to think about it as that which doesn't kill us ultimately makes us stronger. I think all of us who go through these episodes learn to have strong relationships when we finally do settle down on one side of the pond or the other. I know I've learned to appreciate my fiance far more than I might have if he lived in town here with me. I figure if me and him can endure this distance (6,000 miles) and the time apart and the goodbyes (always temporary goodbyes, I try to tell myself), then we can handle just about anything
I think a lot of us are in the same boat, and what you say makes perfect sense. ;P
To be honest, it's been since 2002 for me, and I wouldn't want to be in any other relationship. Now, I of course, am a sentimental kind of person, and cry every time he's not around for an important moment, but there are different ways to show he cares.
When he visited for Christmas, I think that it was a visit that needed to happen, because he was so indecisive about the future. Knowing my world, and how I lived, was an integral part of the decision that we both needed to make, about who would move where. The living in limbo was driving me up the wall.
I was sick the three weeks he was here, and amazingly, he took that extremely well. When we first lived together, he thought it was me faking and being too depressed to do anything.
We've had men hitting on me, women hitting on him, family issues unfold, and even breaking the news to my family (who are not taking this well, just accepting it because I'm the only granddaughter/daughter in the family). But it does make us stronger. Even far apart, I don't think I could ever experience a love like I feel for him right now.