Which of us has not experienced the ephemeral feeling of falling in love in the public transport of our hometown? Here it is - a fantasy, a phantom of a wonderful, but hardly real life. My thoughts have already formed a series of dreams about the impossible: how could my future fate have developed if we had been together? What story would await us? What kind of happiness is hidden behind the screen of a fleeting feeling called falling in love? The desire to imagine life together with a stranger whom you see for the first time is so sweetly enticing; eyes full of homesickness, a swaying chest, a hand casually straightening the hair that has fallen on the forehead - all this makes you look at the object of your momentary attraction, love him with endless sadness for the impossible. Another moment - and this intimate moment will be forever destroyed, and then inevitably forgotten. But now there is still a happy moment that allows you to think about the one you see.