Elektra, we need to talk.

I never wanted to wear your shoes. But I still dream of how we go for a walk, you and I, and just for once to the kiosk and back you lend me your sneakers and slip into my old boots yourself. Do you remember? Yours never fit me, but I was able to stand in them and feel where they pinched. Why can't I do that anymore? We used to understand each other, really understand each other, or did I just dream that? Today I can hardly hear your words becaus...