Tomorrow will be Better

He checks on me every morning. My friend, the one that knows heartbreak so well, the one that loves so deeply that he knows the joy and the pain of love.

“How are you feeling this morning, darling?”

He’s the one that tells me he understands, that heartbreak sucks, heartbreak takes time to heal. He’s there for me when my day has been tough, when I can’t stop thinking of the breaking parts of my heart.

“I’m sorry sweetie, I know it hurts.”

He’s the text message late at night, checking to make sure I’m ok.

“Goodnight darling, tomorrow will be better.”

He knows the joy of love, the pain of love, he knows heartache.