I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset.

She had already gotten impatient and agitated over the last two weeks of his routine absence. She had tried to ignore the little voice telling her to speak first, but she always fell for it, and forward into some utter disappointment and humiliation when he wouldn't respond. Her eager frustration was showing with every grit of her teeth and cruel twitch of her brows.
He was making her unloving. He was making her blue. He always knew how to make her feel, but of course, he wasn't even aware of it. She claims him to be her fellow act of serendipity, her unmistakable fate. After almost a year of this, she was almost ready to show him her heart. But these few weeks have gotten the best of her.
After a Sunday afternoon in the house of God, where she'd beg and plead every week for only him, he finally arose from his hermit-like slumber. She was awed by his refreshing "HEY...NEWS!" still struck by this blessing, she did not at all see it coming. His news; I HAVE A GF. Frozen with the foolish smile from his sudden greeting, her brain and her heart, both took a long pause.
Nonchalantly, she took it like a man, as she always said she took it. How else was she to act? At least he was "happy...er." After a bit of discussion, she got up on that horse and ran a track of mind to only be grateful that he felt better and that he was still able to confine in her. He later asked, "Are you happy for me?" How else could she reply but with the three letters Y-E-S, in caps of course.
I think the crowds have started to take notice of her sad face. Everyone, but him, knew how she felt. We all see it, but no one has said much, but we'll always know. She hasn't been the same since Sunday. She was quick to say that she was happy for him, but it'll be a while till she'll be happy because of him.