Atunci am \u0219tiut. Ceva \u00een mine se rupsese definitiv. Nu era doar o vorb\u0103 aruncat\u0103 la nervi sau o prostioar\u0103 de moment. Era felul lui de a fi, oglinda tuturor anilor \u00een care m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 simt mic\u0103.<\/p>\n
M-am uitat la el cum toarn\u0103 \u0219ampanie \u00een pahar, cum \u00ee\u0219i \u00eendreapt\u0103 cravata \u0219i cum \u00ee\u0219i verific\u0103 reflexia \u00een geam. \u00centotdeauna a fost \u00eendr\u0103gostit doar de o singur\u0103 persoan\u0103 \u2014 de sine.<\/p>\n
Am terminat petrecerea z\u00e2mbind. Am dansat, am r\u00e2s, am pozat \u00een so\u021bia perfect\u0103. To\u021bi au crezut c\u0103 sunt bine. Dar \u00een\u0103untru, ceva mocnea. O lini\u0219te rece, clar\u0103, cum n-am mai sim\u021bit niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd oaspe\u021bii au plecat, el s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe canapea, a dat drumul televizorului \u0219i a cerut un pahar cu whisky. Ca de obicei. Eu am \u00eenceput s\u0103 str\u00e2ng farfuriile, dar fiecare atingere de por\u021belan \u00eemi suna ca o b\u0103taie de inim\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen noaptea aceea n-am dormit. M-am plimbat prin cas\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere, ating\u00e2nd mobila, perdelele, pozele din ram\u0103. Toate acele lucruri cump\u0103rate de el, alese de mine, deveniser\u0103 simple obiecte f\u0103r\u0103 suflet.<\/p>\n
Diminea\u021ba, c\u00e2nd s-a trezit, l-am g\u0103sit \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, c\u0103ut\u00e2ndu-\u0219i ceasul.
\u2014 Unde e cafeaua? \u2014 a bomb\u0103nit.
\u2014 Nu mai e, \u2014 am spus calm. \u2014 Am b\u0103ut-o pe toat\u0103.<\/p>\n
S-a uitat la mine mirat, dar n-a zis nimic. A plecat la serviciu \u00een grab\u0103, cu aceea\u0219i nep\u0103sare zilnic\u0103. U\u0219a s-a tr\u00e2ntit, iar ecoul a r\u0103sunat \u00een toat\u0103 casa.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas \u00een picioare, cu m\u00e2inile sprijinite de mas\u0103, \u0219i am z\u00e2mbit pentru prima dat\u0103 sincer dup\u0103 mult\u0103 vreme.<\/p>\n
Mi-am f\u0103cut o list\u0103 \u00een minte: notar, avocat, banc\u0103. Nu pentru r\u0103zbunare, ci pentru libertate. Pentru lini\u0219tea aia care-mi fusese furat\u0103 ani \u00eentregi sub gluma lui \u201eb\u0103rb\u0103teasc\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u00cen urm\u0103toarele zile, m-am mi\u0219cat t\u0103cut, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2t. Am str\u00e2ns actele, am vorbit cu un prieten de la birou, am \u00eenchiriat o garsonier\u0103 mic\u0103 pe o str\u0103du\u021b\u0103 lini\u0219tit\u0103 din Ploie\u0219ti. N-am spus nim\u0103nui nimic.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 a venit beat \u0219i a \u00eenceput din nou cu replicile lui \u201ede\u0219tepte\u201d, am \u0219tiut c\u0103 momentul sosise.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Vlad, \u2014 i-am spus, privind drept \u00een ochii lui, \u2014 ai avut dreptate. Sunt cea mai mare dezam\u0103gire a ta. Pentru c\u0103 nu voi mai tr\u0103i nici o zi a\u0219a cum vrei tu.<\/p>\n
El a r\u00e2s, crez\u00e2nd c\u0103 glumesc. A doua zi, c\u00e2nd a venit acas\u0103 \u0219i a g\u0103sit dulapurile goale, a \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
Am plecat f\u0103r\u0103 scandal, f\u0103r\u0103 lacrimi. Doar cu o valiz\u0103, o can\u0103 preferat\u0103 \u0219i o inim\u0103 u\u0219oar\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen garsoniera mic\u0103, am tras aer ad\u00e2nc \u00een piept. Pere\u021bii erau goi, dar pentru mine, era \u00eenceputul. M-am privit \u00een oglind\u0103 \u0219i mi-am spus:<\/p>\n
\u201ePoate pentru el am fost o dezam\u0103gire. Dar pentru mine… abia acum sunt o revela\u021bie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ani de umilin\u021b\u0103, am sim\u021bit c\u0103 tr\u0103iesc cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Atunci am \u0219tiut. Ceva \u00een mine se rupsese definitiv. Nu era doar o vorb\u0103 aruncat\u0103 la nervi sau o prostioar\u0103 de moment. Era felul lui de a fi, oglinda tuturor anilor \u00een care m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 simt mic\u0103. M-am uitat la el cum toarn\u0103 \u0219ampanie \u00een pahar, cum \u00ee\u0219i \u00eendreapt\u0103 cravata \u0219i cum \u00ee\u0219i […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":8929,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8928","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\/8928","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=8928"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8928\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8930,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8928\/revisions\/8930"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/8929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=8928"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=8928"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=8928"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}