Me too. I'm messed up for weeks when we say goodbye.
The first time we said goodbye (I was only 16 at the time of our first visit) I was so depressed and cried so much that my face was like, swollen. And my mother had to give me benadryl and I just spent two days in bed crying and sleeping. It was awful. Clearly I have matured since then...
But it still affects me so much. I get this empty feeling in my chest... And I'm sure you know what I mean... but it never fully goes away until I see him again.
But soon that will be over! No more goodbyes! I can't wait!
I'm glad I have people here who understand that feeling. Friends from college were always like "Oh yeah I know how you feel. My boyfriend lives two hours away and it's really hard." 
Yeah, I always get jealous whenever people talk about that sort of stuff, and how close they are to their SOs, but I wouldn't trade Steve in for the world, either

But it makes me sick to leave, or to see him leave; I don't think I've ever cried harder at times, and I know I certainly didn't know what true heartbreak was until he left the first time he came to visit

I want to be able to look back on all of these and laugh because it's all behind us, I just have to be patient at the moment

I don't blame him! It's worse than driving in Manhattan, which, in itself, is no picnic!
I don't really blame him either, it'd be like my trying to navigate New York City or somesuch, and I'd be a right mess

My family got a little upset that I hadn't seen London when I went to visit the first couple of times, but like I told them, it's not always easy to go to, and Steve has kids he has to think about, so we can't really just hop on over. But it'll be easier when I'm living there full-time, and he doesn't have to take chunks of time off of work surrounding my visits like he's done in the past
