Am sim\u021bit cum mi se \u00eenmoaie genunchii, dar nu am scos niciun cuv\u00e2nt. Am privit c\u00e2nd la mama, c\u00e2nd la Sorin, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg nimic. Mama \u00eel \u021binea \u00een continuare str\u00e2ns, iar el p\u0103rea sf\u00e2\u0219iat \u00eentre uimire \u0219i durere. Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva secunde, mama s-a desprins pu\u021bin, i-a atins obrajii \u0219i l-a privit ca pe cineva care se \u00eentoarce din mor\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Sorin\u2026 unde ai fost?<\/strong> a \u0219optit ea, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n \u00cen mintea mea r\u0103sunau \u00eentreb\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns. Cine era el pentru mama? Cum de \u00eel \u0219tia? De ce reac\u021bia asta? Ce ascunsese mama \u00een to\u021bi anii \u0103\u0219tia?<\/p>\n Am sim\u021bit cum s\u00e2ngele \u00eemi urc\u0103 \u00een obraji, iar vocea mi s-a rupt:<\/p>\n \u2014 Mam\u0103, despre ce vorbe\u0219ti? De unde \u00eel cuno\u0219ti?!<\/strong><\/p>\n A \u00eentors capul spre mine, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 respire, dar lacrimile nu se opreau. Sorin s-a retras un pas, \u0219i-a dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103 \u0219i a \u00eenchis ochii, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost lovit de o amintire mult prea grea. Mama m-a privit cu ochii ro\u0219ii \u0219i umezi:<\/p>\n \u2014 Lina\u2026 trebuie s\u0103 vorbim. Dar te rog\u2026 nu te sup\u0103ra.<\/strong><\/p>\n Am intrat \u00een cas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun nimic. Niciunul nu \u0219tia cum s\u0103 \u00eenceap\u0103. Masa din sufragerie p\u0103rea mai rece dec\u00e2t oric\u00e2nd. Mama \u0219i Sorin st\u0103teau unul l\u00e2ng\u0103 altul, ca doi oameni rup\u021bi de timp, iar eu \u00een fa\u021ba lor, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 \u00eemi \u021bin lacrimile.<\/p>\n Mama a \u00eenceput prima, cu o voce care p\u0103rea s\u0103 vin\u0103 din ad\u00e2ncul inimii:<\/p>\n \u2014 Acum 21 de ani, \u00eenainte s\u0103 aflu c\u0103 sunt \u00eens\u0103rcinat\u0103 cu tine, l-am iubit pe Sorin. Am tr\u0103it o iubire scurt\u0103, dar mare\u2026 doar c\u0103 atunci via\u021ba a fost crud\u0103. El a disp\u0103rut f\u0103r\u0103 nicio explica\u021bie \u0219i nu l-am mai g\u0103sit niciodat\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n Am r\u0103mas f\u0103r\u0103 aer. Parc\u0103 m\u0103 lovea ceva invizibil, din nou \u0219i din nou.<\/p>\n Sorin a l\u0103sat capul \u00een jos \u0219i a vorbit, \u00eens\u0103 cuvintele \u00eei tremurau:<\/p>\n \u2014 Mi-au spus c\u0103 ai plecat cu alt b\u0103rbat. \u0218i c\u0103 nu mai vrei s\u0103 m\u0103 vezi. Am crezut tot ce am aflat, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 verific\u2026 \u0219i am plecat din ora\u0219, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 uit. Dac\u0103 a\u0219 fi \u0219tiut\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n Mama pl\u00e2ngea, iar eu sim\u021beam un gol imens. \u00centre iubirea mea \u0219i trecutul lor era o ran\u0103 prea ad\u00e2nc\u0103.<\/p>\n \u2014 Lina<\/strong>, a spus mama, Sorin a fost marea mea iubire.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u2014 \u0218i tu e\u0219ti<\/strong>, a ad\u0103ugat Sorin privind spre mine, cu glas sf\u00e2\u0219ietor.<\/p>\n M-am ridicat \u00een picioare. Nu puteam respira. Am ie\u0219it \u00een curte, iar aerul rece m-a lovit \u00een fa\u021b\u0103. O mie de g\u00e2nduri \u00eemi sf\u00e2\u0219iau mintea. M\u0103 sim\u021beam rupt\u0103 \u00eentre doi oameni pe care \u00eei iubeam, dar care parc\u0103 \u00eemi smulgeau sufletul.<\/p>\n Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute, mama a venit l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine. M-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at u\u0219or.<\/p>\n \u2014 N-am vrut niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi ascund nimic\u2026 dar am crezut c\u0103 nu \u00eel voi mai vedea vreodat\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n Apoi Sorin a ie\u0219it \u0219i el. S-a apropiat cu pa\u0219i grei, ca \u0219i cum fiecare pas \u00eel durea. \u0218i-a f\u0103cut curaj, m-a privit \u00een ochi \u0219i a spus:<\/p>\n \u2014 Lina\u2026 dac\u0103 sim\u021bi c\u0103 drumul t\u0103u nu mai este spre mine, o s\u0103 accept. Nu vreau s\u0103 v\u0103 stric sufletul nici \u021bie, nici mamei tale. Dar s\u0103 \u0219tii un lucru: nu am \u0219tiut, iar tu e\u0219ti cel mai curat lucru care mi s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat \u00een via\u021ba asta.<\/strong><\/p>\n Am sim\u021bit o durere cum nu mai tr\u0103isem. M-am apropiat de el, i-am luat m\u00e2na \u0219i am r\u0103spuns:<\/p>\n \u2014 Nu sunt un obiect pe care cineva \u00eel c\u00e2\u0219tig\u0103 sau \u00eel pierde. Dar ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat \u00eentre voi r\u0103m\u00e2ne trecutul vostru. Eu trebuie s\u0103 aleg pentru sufletul meu.<\/strong><\/p>\n Mama \u0219i Sorin s-au privit. Atunci am \u00een\u021beles ceva: iubirea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu se rupe niciodat\u0103, doar se transform\u0103.<\/p>\n L-am privit pe Sorin pentru c\u00e2teva secunde \u0219i am spus, cu o voce calm\u0103:<\/p>\n \u2014 Am nevoie de timp. \u0218i am nevoie s\u0103 v\u0103 ierta\u021bi unul pe altul.<\/strong><\/p>\n Mama a \u00eentins m\u00e2na, Sorin a luat-o, iar eu i-am privit cum lacrimile se transformau \u00een lini\u0219te. Atunci mi-am dat seama c\u0103 uneori destinul nu rupe oamenii\u2026 ci le d\u0103 o nou\u0103 \u0219ans\u0103.<\/p>\n \u0218i uneori, cea mai mare iubire nu este cea pe care o alegi\u2026 ci aceea pe care \u00eenve\u021bi s\u0103 o la\u0219i s\u0103 respire.<\/p>\n Dac\u0103 vrei, pot scrie \u0219i partea a doua<\/strong>, din perspectiva unuia dintre personaje.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Am sim\u021bit cum mi se \u00eenmoaie genunchii, dar nu am scos niciun cuv\u00e2nt. Am privit c\u00e2nd la mama, c\u00e2nd la Sorin, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleg nimic. Mama \u00eel \u021binea \u00een continuare str\u00e2ns, iar el p\u0103rea sf\u00e2\u0219iat \u00eentre uimire \u0219i durere. Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva secunde, mama s-a desprins pu\u021bin, i-a atins obrajii \u0219i l-a privit ca pe cineva […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12355,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12354","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12354","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12354"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12354\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12356,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12354\/revisions\/12356"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12355"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12354"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12354"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12354"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}