The Incomplete Love Fragments of a letter never written to you… Help me to find the strength to invent a face that is not yours, a love that I should love like I have loved you... A love to be caressed and that won’t leave bitterness in my soul. The memory of your smiles at dawn… Is there greater torment, in my solitary nights, than to realize that there’s someone else than me awakening you in the morning? To cancel you from my mind, to hate you? To forget...? No one can forget. A love like this isn't forgettable. Today I have a heart full of sadness and hands full of tenderness to give you. I like to think that in the air that I breathe there is also your breath. But no…it’s not true, it’s unbelievable that amongst us there remains nothing more. I still love you, today as yesterday, and up to the very last sunset… To think that we were about to find each other again... We had been two steps away from the sky. What a pity… We have not seen of what colour it was. And now goodbye, my love. A kiss, a smile, a flower, for the last time. Amanush...
