Once upon a time, there were a certain pair of shoes.
You know the deal with shoes, right? Everyone wants different kinds of shoes. Different sizes, shapes, colours and patterns.

Some are superficial, and want fancy looking shoes. Some want just comfort. Some are smart enough to bag both in one, but that's rare.

So once upon a same time, I wore a particular shoe that I loved. It troubled me sometime... perhaps, some didn't like how it looked on me, but it fit. It just fit me. You know how shoes can get. After a few years, they just slide into your feet like they belong there.

Anyway, Along came... polly?

Polly had preferences. We fought over shoes. We fought like we would pull each strand of hair out of each other's scalp. He annoyed me, but they were fascinating conversations.

He had strict notions of how his shoes should be. He wouldn't budge from his notions, he'd say. That shoes need to be a certain way. I would cringe at his shallowness.

Somewhere down the line. I fell in love with Polly's shoes. They fascinated me, not for what they were, but because when he wore them, and I wore my shoes.. we fit. It all just made sense.

Polly expressed his liking for my shoes very seldom. I knew he loved my shoes too. He would tell me, but very rarely.

We have been friends for 2 years now. Polly and me. Polly's shoes are the only kind I want to wear.
But he's the deal with Polly. Polly has very fantastical ideas of how shoes need to be a perfect mix of comfort and beauty. And he won't rest until he finds a pair like that. He falls in love with every other shoe. But he won't turn around to see my pair.


My shoes are unique. They're more comfortable than pretty, but they are pretty.
Polly needs comfort. I know he needs comfort. He likes the thrill of wearing a new shoe and the excitement of a shoe bite. But deep down, some of those cuts haven't healed and he needs my pair.

But he won't turn around to see my pair. He won't recognize the potential of my shoes.

What is wrong with my shoes?

Tell me, baby, where did I go wrong?

"... I'll change for you, I'll play the part"