A life story

A stone is rolling down the street. My feet move slowly behind it. I'm thinking '' I wish we had more than one life''

Leaves fall down beside me. I remember when I walked by this street a few years ago, along with you and that dog. Do you remember that little dog? It was so noisy, that little thing bounding around us. It was a weird dog. But it made us happy rigth?

Oh, and there's that old bookstore, where I spent hours and hours in the afternoons. You were so mad when I came back home '' where have you been?'' But I know you weren't mad, it's just that you cared about me.

Well I think this is it. Our old place. Yes, I remember the flowers all over the garden that day...