She doesn't realize how much it sucks without him until he's gone.
No more Thai at midnight.
No more clinking glasses at Founding Fathers.
No more waking up to his drool-covered face pressed into her couch cushion because he felt like crashing at her place.
No more arguing over who gets to drive.
They still see one another, almost every day in fact, but he's not there. Not really there.
Because his mind is off in lala land with her (damn her and her shiny hair and her perfection).
But that's okay. She knows that they'll find one another.
Someday.