I hate when you're away. I feel guilty for being frustrated and sad when you went to the trouble to write me little notes to read every day. I know things won't be the same between us for weeks after you get back, and I hate that too. I wish I could just be happy for you that you're on vacation, like I used to be. I know being in touch with my feelings and generally leaning into our connection is better than how I used to be, but now I really, really hate when you're not there.