I’m not yours but you can’t be mine or I confess for the third time

Mariam Gevorgyan

You shouldn’t get sad for love, get upset or cry. Love doesn’t bring suffering, we create suffering ourselves. Love stories are sad in the best books. Love should overcome difficulties in order to be real, but if difficulty is ongoing, it means that there is something wrong, isn’t there? "There is no fear in love …only consolation." Love is neither old nor new, that’s why I regret that you are my love. We have fallen  in love and confessed twice. I was the first to ask you for the first time and you were the second. You are not handsome, but you are in my taste…but it doesn’t matter. You are not snow you are merely rain.  I won’t exchange my rain with snow. Sometimes I don’t understand whether I love you or not…

How much I’ve missed our speaking back, I miss nothing else. I wrote it on the ice and passed by. I’ve been longing for rain for a long time, it started without water drops, it just came down and passed away, colorless, flavorless, faceless…. I got wet. We never struggled, and there had to be something to struggle for.

I’m my rain, I confess.

 Translated into English by the members of the English speaking club Mariam Gevorgyan, Elina Hakobyan, Gor Khachatryan, Susanna Avetisyan