Not looking at me. Not listening from somewhere outside. Actually inside it. Inside everything I have lived. Every place I have been. Every thing that changed me before you met me. I wonder if understanding another person is even possible sometimes. We say, put yourself in my shoes, as though a whole life is something another person can simply step into. Some experiences are too large to be entered from the outside. Every pair of shoes carries a world larger than the one we know. And all we can ever do is stand near each other, trying to imagine the size of what the other person carries.