nothing to understand

I read the things he wrote, the beauty of his words. How perfect he layed down his feelings. I wondered why it made you run. Were you scared of the truth, written on small pieces of paper? Pieces of ones heart given to another. I never understood him, so I could never really understand you. He had a way of saying things of pulling on heartstrings. You had a way of getting it twisted. He put everything above you. Yet you felt it was beneath you. I never understood you so I could never really understand him. I thought you and him were perfect, a one in a million chance. Then again, nothing is perfect except for nothing. I never understood nothing, no not even a bit.