I met a girl, we talked. We have common interests, the same views on life, generally soul-mates, and we understand each other in half a word. He recorded her phone in the notebook.
Now I decided to call, I listed the whole notebook - the number is nowhere. Maybe I accidentally broke the page. I broke the whole house in search of her... unfortunately. I sit, trying to remember where and how I could have given this number, and suddenly, I gradually come to the bitter realization that I met her in a dream.