\u2026un bile\u021bel mic, \u00eemp\u0103turit de mai multe ori, aproape lipit de pere\u021bii sticlu\u021bei.<\/p>\n
M\u00e2inile au \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi tremure. Nici nu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 de fric\u0103 sau de emo\u021bie. L-am scos cu grij\u0103, ca \u0219i cum a\u0219 fi atins ceva fragil, ceva care ar putea disp\u0103rea dac\u0103 respir prea tare.<\/p>\n
L-am desf\u0103cut \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Scrisul era al lui. L-am recunoscut din prima \u2014 literele u\u0219or \u00eenclinate, parc\u0103 gr\u0103bite, exact cum scria mereu listele de cump\u0103r\u0103turi pe frigider.<\/p>\n
\u201eIubita mea, dac\u0103 cite\u0219ti asta, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ai fost prea sup\u0103rat\u0103 ca s\u0103 deschizi cadoul\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Mi s-a str\u00e2ns inima.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se \u00eenmoaie genunchii \u0219i m-am a\u0219ezat direct pe podea, l\u00e2ng\u0103 mop \u0219i g\u0103leata cu ap\u0103. Totul \u00een jur a disp\u0103rut. A r\u0103mas doar h\u00e2rtia din m\u00e2na mea.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218tiu c\u0103 parfumul pare ieftin. \u0218i ai dreptate\u2026 n-am avut bani mai mul\u021bi luna asta.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacrimile au \u00eenceput s\u0103-mi curg\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le pot opri.<\/p>\n
\u00cemi aminteam perfect ziua aceea. Cum i-am \u00eentins cutia cu ceasul, cum i s-au luminat ochii. \u0218i cum, c\u00e2nd mi-a dat parfumul, am sim\u021bit c\u0103 nu contez.<\/p>\n
Dar nu \u0219tiam nimic\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201eDar nu e doar un parfum. E doar\u2026 ambalajul.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eencepe s\u0103-mi bat\u0103 mai tare.<\/p>\n
Am b\u0103gat m\u00e2na \u00een sticl\u0103, de parc\u0103 acum \u00een\u021belegeam c\u0103 nu fusese niciodat\u0103 doar o sticl\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am scuturat-o u\u0219or.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci am auzit.<\/p>\n
Un sunet mic, metalic.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103sturnat-o \u00een palm\u0103.<\/p>\n
A c\u0103zut o chei\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mic\u0103. Aurie. Cu o etichet\u0103 prins\u0103 de ea.<\/p>\n
Pe etichet\u0103 scria: \u201ePentru casa noastr\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n
Mi s-a t\u0103iat respira\u021bia.<\/p>\n
\u201eAm g\u0103sit un apartament mic, \u00een Alexandria. Nu e mare, dar e al nostru. Am dat avansul. Cheia e aici. Voiam s\u0103 \u021bi-l ar\u0103t disear\u0103, dup\u0103 cin\u0103\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Am izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns.<\/p>\n
Nu mai puteam s\u0103 citesc de lacrimi. Totul se amesteca. Regretul, durerea, dorul\u2026 \u0219i o vin\u0103 care m\u0103 ap\u0103sa ca o piatr\u0103 pe piept.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218tiu c\u0103 nu-\u021bi pot oferi tot ce meri\u021bi \u00eenc\u0103. Dar promit c\u0103 o s\u0103 construim \u00eempreun\u0103 ceva frumos. Pas cu pas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mi-am dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103.<\/p>\n
Toate certurile noastre \u00eemi treceau prin minte. Toate momentele \u00een care l-am acuzat c\u0103 nu face destul, c\u0103 nu e suficient.<\/p>\n
\u0218i el\u2026<\/p>\n
El \u00eencerca.<\/p>\n
\u00cen t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n
Pentru noi.<\/p>\n
Am str\u00e2ns chei\u021ba \u00een palm\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 m-a durut.<\/p>\n
Camera p\u0103rea prea goal\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 el. Prea lini\u0219tit\u0103. Prea rece.<\/p>\n
M-am ridicat greu \u0219i m-am dus la geam. Afar\u0103, oamenii mergeau gr\u0103bi\u021bi, ca \u00eentr-o zi obi\u0219nuit\u0103. Dar pentru mine, lumea tocmai se schimbase din nou.<\/p>\n
Doar c\u0103 de data asta\u2026 f\u0103r\u0103 el.<\/p>\n
\u00cen aceea\u0219i zi, am luat cheia \u0219i am plecat.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiam exact unde merg, dar adresa era scris\u0103 pe spatele bile\u021belului.<\/p>\n
Un bloc vechi, de patru etaje. Nimic spectaculos. Dar c\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een fa\u021ba lui\u2026 am sim\u021bit ceva.<\/p>\n
Am urcat \u00eencet sc\u0103rile.<\/p>\n
Am g\u0103sit u\u0219a.<\/p>\n
Am b\u0103gat cheia.<\/p>\n
S-a deschis.<\/p>\n
Un apartament mic. Simplu. Miros de var proasp\u0103t. O mas\u0103 \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. Dou\u0103 scaune. \u0218i pe mas\u0103\u2026<\/p>\n
O lum\u00e2nare \u0219i o cutie de chibrituri.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng din nou.<\/p>\n
Aici voia s\u0103 m\u0103 aduc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Aici voia s\u0103 \u00eencepem.<\/p>\n
M-am a\u0219ezat pe unul dintre scaune \u0219i am r\u0103mas acolo mult timp.<\/p>\n
Cu cheia \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
Cu bile\u021belul pe mas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i cu un gol \u00een suflet pe care nu-l mai putea umple nimeni.<\/p>\n
Dar, pentru prima dat\u0103 de c\u00e2nd murise\u2026<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit \u0219i altceva.<\/p>\n
Nu doar durere.<\/p>\n
Ci recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103, \u00een felul lui\u2026 m\u0103 iubise mai mult dec\u00e2t \u00een\u021belesesem vreodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci am \u0219tiut.<\/p>\n
Nu aveam voie s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n blocat\u0103 \u00een regret.<\/p>\n
Pentru el.<\/p>\n
Pentru noi.<\/p>\n
Am aprins lum\u00e2narea.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, am z\u00e2mbit printre lacrimi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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