Many things in our world begin, reach their climax and end. Romantic feelings are no exception. Love is like a sunny day. You can rejoice at the rising sun, or you can be annoyed because the first rays interfere with sleep. At lunchtime you can enjoy the warmth of the sunshine, or complain about the afternoon heat. In the evening, you can worry that you will live another day pointlessly, or you can simply admire the beauty of the sunset. Every day the sun rises in the east, rises high above the horizon, and sets in the west. And every time we first fall in love, then our feelings grow into something more, and sometimes fade away, filling the horizon of our lives with bright colors and bringing with them the feeling that something very beautiful has passed without a trace. So, my dear readers, if any of you find yourself in these short sketches, if at least one of you is not left indifferent by the experiences of the lyrical hero, this means that everything was not in vain.