Am urcat \u00eencet sc\u0103rile spre camera mea, camera \u201eprovizorie\u201d, cum o numea Ana, de\u0219i locuiam acolo de aproape doi ani.<\/p>\n
Am deschis dulapul \u0219i am privit hainele pu\u021bine, ordonate, modeste. Via\u021ba mea \u00eenc\u0103pea \u00een dou\u0103 valize.<\/p>\n
\u00cen timp ce \u00eempachetam, mi-am amintit de Elena. De felul \u00een care m\u0103 privea c\u00e2nd \u00eei spuneam c\u0103 poate exagerez cu sacrificiile pentru Andrei.<\/p>\n
\u201eUn copil r\u0103m\u00e2ne copil, Radu\u201d, \u00eemi spunea ea. \u201eDar trebuie s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be \u0219i limitele.\u201d<\/p>\n
N-am ascultat-o.<\/p>\n
Jos, se auzea r\u00e2sul Anei, vocea ei clar\u0103, rece, d\u00e2nd ordine. Nunta mergea \u00eenainte. Ca \u0219i cum eu n-a\u0219 fi existat vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am cobor\u00e2t cu valizele, Andrei st\u0103tea \u00een hol. P\u0103rea nelini\u0219tit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tat\u0103\u2026 nu trebuia s\u0103 ajungem aici, a murmurat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ba da, i-am r\u0103spuns calm. De mult trebuia.<\/p>\n
Am ie\u0219it din cas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 mai uit \u00eenapoi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea noapte am dormit \u00eentr-un hotel simplu de l\u00e2ng\u0103 Gara de Nord. Camera mirosea a detergent ieftin, dar patul era curat. \u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, am dormit lini\u0219tit.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba, \u00een timp ce \u00eemi beam cafeaua, am f\u0103cut c\u00e2teva telefoane.<\/p>\n
Primul, c\u0103tre notar.<\/p>\n
Al doilea, c\u0103tre firma care organiza nunta.<\/p>\n
Toate pl\u0103\u021bile fuseser\u0103 f\u0103cute de mine. Contractele, pe numele meu.<\/p>\n
La pr\u00e2nz, nunta fusese anulat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Sala, muzica, florile, tortul, tot.<\/p>\n
Seara, telefonul meu a \u00eenceput s\u0103 vibreze f\u0103r\u0103 oprire.<\/p>\n
Mesaje de la Andrei. Apeluri de la Ana. Voce ridicat\u0103, acuza\u021bii, lacrimi false.<\/p>\n
N-am r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni mai t\u00e2rziu, mi-am cump\u0103rat un apartament mic, luminos, \u00eentr-un cartier lini\u0219tit. Nimic luxos. Dar al meu.<\/p>\n
Cu banii r\u0103ma\u0219i, mi-am deschis un mic atelier de t\u00e2mpl\u0103rie, a\u0219a cum visasem toat\u0103 via\u021ba.<\/p>\n
Lucram cu m\u00e2inile mele. Sim\u021beam din nou c\u0103 tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o duminic\u0103, Andrei a ap\u0103rut la u\u0219a mea. Singur. Obosit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Tat\u0103\u2026 am gre\u0219it, a spus, cu ochii \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
L-am privit mult timp.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tiu, i-am spus.
Dar gre\u0219elile cost\u0103.<\/p>\n
A plecat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai spun\u0103 nimic.<\/p>\n
Ast\u0103zi, nu mai sunt invitat la mesele lor. Nici la s\u0103rb\u0103tori. Nici la poze.<\/p>\n
Dar sunt lini\u0219tit.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat c\u0103 dragostea adev\u0103rat\u0103 nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 te la\u0219i c\u0103lcat \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n
Uneori, cel mai mare dar pe care \u00eel po\u021bi face cuiva este s\u0103-i iei sprijinul, ca s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be s\u0103 stea pe picioarele lui.<\/p>\n
Iar eu, dup\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 de sacrificii, am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it s\u0103 m\u0103 respect.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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