Still hurt woman

John just left. He got in at almost midnight last night, we talked for an hour and a half then went to sleep in seperate bedrooms. Why am I crying now? Why does it feel like when I had to say goodbye the first time? Ugh I hate it. I hate that he can make me cry, that I care that much to drive to Fayetteville, be bored for 3 hours, talk to him for 2 hours, sleep seperately and STILL cry when he leaves. I hate it all.