I never wrote about you

I never wrote about you.

Maybe because I didn't know or understand what you wanted from me, and I didn't know or understand what I wanted from you.

Maybe because I still don't.

Maybe because I could never find a song to perfectly describe that feeling of "you are here and I am there".

Maybe because you and I are not hand and glove [we are apple and orange].

Maybe because writing about you would make this/us/we/it real, and it is not real; you are he and I am me and this is nothing.

So I never wrote about you.

And I never will.