You could’ve loved him. You could’ve loved the boy who spent his whole life just waiting for someone to come, for someone to just show up and take care of him, for someone to just be there and keep his company.
You could’ve loved him. Because it was so easy to. Because he’d love you, too. Because he’d really do.
But instead, you just watched him. You just watched him there before you finally said, “You’re only a boy.”
But still, you could’ve tried, at least, you know?