\u2026o h\u00e2rtiu\u021b\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103turit\u0103 atent, ca \u0219i cum ar fi vrut s\u0103 o protejeze de lume. Mi-au tremurat m\u00e2inile c\u00e2nd am ridicat sticla \u0219i am desf\u0103cut buc\u0103\u021bica aceea de foi\u021b\u0103 sub\u021bire. Nu mai respiram.<\/p>\n
Pe h\u00e2rtie era scrisul lui, at\u00e2t de cunoscut, doar c\u0103 mult mai tremurat.
\u201ePentru Maria. \u0218tiu c\u0103 nu-i cine \u0219tie ce parfumul, dar \u00een\u0103untru e altceva. Nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 o s\u0103 apuc s\u0103-\u021bi mai spun\u2026 Te iubesc mai mult dec\u00e2t am \u0219tiut s\u0103 ar\u0103t.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am a\u0219ezat direct pe podea. Parc\u0103 m\u0103 lovise cineva \u00een piept. A\u0219a simplu scris, a\u0219a cum era el, mereu st\u00e2ngaci cu vorbele, dar plin de inim\u0103. \u00cen secunda aceea m-a izbit tot ce ignorasem atunci: cum se tot oprea s\u0103 respire la urcat sc\u0103rile, cum \u00ee\u0219i freca pieptul de parc\u0103 \u00eel str\u00e2ngea ceva, cum \u00eencerca s\u0103 m\u0103 lini\u0219teasc\u0103 mereu, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 stresez eu.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenchis ochii \u0219i mi-am dat seama c\u0103 parfumul \u0103la\u2026 nu fusese cadoul. Cadoul adev\u0103rat era mesajul lui.
\u0218i faptul c\u0103 se g\u00e2ndise la mine chiar \u0219i \u00een t\u0103cerea \u00een care \u00ee\u0219i purta durerile.<\/p>\n
Am pl\u00e2ns cu capul \u00een m\u00e2ini, dar nu era un pl\u00e2ns ur\u00e2t. Era un pl\u00e2ns care te gole\u0219te, te usuc\u0103 \u0219i apoi parc\u0103 te las\u0103 mai a\u0219ezat. C\u00e2nd m-am ridicat, parc\u0103 vedeam totul altfel. Casa, lucrurile lui, amintirile\u2026 toate c\u0103p\u0103tau sens.<\/p>\n
Am pus sticlu\u021ba pe mas\u0103, am inspirat ad\u00e2nc \u0219i m-am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 o deschid pentru prima dat\u0103. Am ap\u0103sat pulverizatorul \u0219i un miros simplu, ieftin, a umplut camera. Dar \u00een clipa aceea a mirosit a ani \u00eentregi de via\u021b\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103, a drumuri lungi cu ma\u0219ina, a seri cu p\u00e2ine pr\u0103jit\u0103 \u0219i ceai, a certuri, a \u00eemp\u0103c\u0103ri \u0219i a promisiuni.<\/p>\n
Amirosit a noi.<\/p>\n
M-am plimbat prin cas\u0103 cu sticla \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-mi dau seama, am ajuns \u00een camera unde \u00ee\u0219i \u021binea sculele. Pe masa lui era o cutiu\u021b\u0103 veche de lemn. Nu o mai v\u0103zusem deschis\u0103 de ani de zile. Am tras-o spre mine, am suflat praful \u0219i am ridicat capacul.<\/p>\n
\u00cen\u0103untru erau chitan\u021be, bile\u021bele, monede str\u00e2nse \u00een timp, tot felul de nimicuri pe care doar el le g\u0103sea importante. Printre ele, \u00eenc\u0103 o h\u00e2rtiu\u021b\u0103, lipit\u0103 de fundul cutiei.
\u201eDac\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi nu mai sunt\u2026 s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 te-ai descurcat mereu mai bine dec\u00e2t crezi.\u201d<\/p>\n
Atunci am izbucnit din nou.
Pentru c\u0103 mereu \u00eemi spunea asta. Iar eu mereu \u00eei r\u0103spundeam c\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 el m\u0103 pierd.<\/p>\n
Dar uite-m\u0103. Tr\u0103iam. \u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, sim\u021beam c\u0103 pot.<\/p>\n
L-am sim\u021bit acolo cu mine. \u00cen lini\u0219tea casei, \u00een praful care \u00eenc\u0103 p\u0103stra urmele m\u00e2inilor lui, \u00een obiectele lui simple. M-am uitat \u00een jur \u0219i m-a lovit o idee: nu trebuie s\u0103-l las \u00een urm\u0103. Trebuie s\u0103-l port cu mine.<\/p>\n
A\u0219a c\u0103 am luat sticlu\u021ba, am pus-o pe un raft \u00een sufragerie, \u00een loc vizibil. Un loc care s\u0103-mi aminteasc\u0103 nu de pierdere, ci de iubirea lui. De felul \u00een care mi-a vorbit chiar \u0219i dup\u0103 ce n-a mai putut s\u0103 o fac\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, am ie\u0219it \u00een curte, am privit cerul \u0219i am sim\u021bit, pentru prima dat\u0103, c\u0103 nu mai sunt singur\u0103. Durerea era tot acolo, dar nu mai mu\u0219ca din mine. Era mai bl\u00e2nd\u0103, mai a\u0219ezat\u0103. Ca o ran\u0103 care \u00eencepe s\u0103 se \u00eenchid\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci am \u00een\u021beles ceva ce nu v\u0103zusem \u00een to\u021bi anii no\u0219tri \u00eempreun\u0103:
iubirea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu st\u0103 \u00een cadouri scumpe, nici \u00een s\u0103rb\u0103tori perfecte, ci \u00een gesturile mici, ascunse, pe care le descoperi abia c\u00e2nd ai curaj s\u0103 prive\u0219ti \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
Am intrat \u00een cas\u0103, am stins lumina \u0219i am l\u0103sat doar parfumul lui \u00een aer.
\u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, m-am sim\u021bit \u00een pace.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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