Sometimes I Wonder…

Sometimes I wonder why he’s never found someone before who would even try to help heal him. I wonder if everyone before me has just taken it at face value that when he says he’ll be fine, he means it. I wonder how many people before me have never complimented him on his looks. Or insulted him for thinking he was handsome. Or worse, complimented him and then when they no longer got along, insulted him or said they never meant it. I wonder how many scars he has and I wonder how many I can even hope to help heal.