Am r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat\u0103, cu buzele u\u0219or tremur\u00e2nde \u0219i cu m\u00e2inile str\u00e2nse la piept. Ploua m\u0103runt, iar sunetul pic\u0103turilor c\u0103z\u00e2nd peste crucea proasp\u0103t\u0103 p\u0103rea un pl\u00e2nset t\u0103cut al cerului. \u00cen jur, oamenii \u00eencepeau s\u0103 plece, dar eu sim\u021beam c\u0103 nu mai pot face niciun pas.<\/p>\n
Andrei m-a privit lung, cu ochii lui gri care nu se schimbaser\u0103 deloc. Era tot acolo, acela\u0219i om care m\u0103 \u021binuse odat\u0103 de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een spatele \u0219urii, care \u00eemi jurase c\u0103 va veni dup\u0103 mine, chiar dac\u0103 lumea \u00eentreag\u0103 i s-ar fi pus \u00eempotriv\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Liza, mi-a zis \u00eencet, vrei s\u0103 mergem pu\u021bin? Doar s\u0103 vorbim…<\/p>\n
Am dat din cap, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 pot scoate un cuv\u00e2nt. Am mers al\u0103turi de el, doi b\u0103tr\u00e2ni sprijini\u021bi de amintiri. Pa\u0219ii no\u0219tri sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2iau pe pietri\u0219, iar v\u00e2ntul aducea miros de p\u0103m\u00e2nt ud \u0219i de crizanteme.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu m-am rec\u0103s\u0103torit, mi-a spus el dup\u0103 un timp. N-am putut. Am tr\u0103it, am lucrat, am \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit… dar o parte din mine a r\u0103mas acolo, \u00een ziua c\u00e2nd te-au luat de l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine.<\/p>\n
M-am oprit. L-am privit cu lacrimi \u00een ochi \u0219i i-am spus, aproape \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Eu am f\u0103cut-o. Am avut o via\u021b\u0103 bun\u0103. Un so\u021b corect, copii minuna\u021bi. Dar… mi-a lipsit ceva mereu. Ceva ce nici nu \u0219tiam s\u0103 numesc. Poate c\u0103 era\u0219ti tu.<\/p>\n
Andrei a z\u00e2mbit amar.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Poate c\u0103 era \u201enoi\u201d, Liza.<\/p>\n
Am mers p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103tul cimitirului, unde drumul se deschidea spre sat. Casele erau acelea\u0219i, doar gardurile mai scorojite \u0219i copacii mai b\u0103tr\u00e2ni. C\u00e2inii l\u0103trau, iar un b\u0103ie\u021bel pe biciclet\u0103 ne-a salutat, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 trece pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 o poveste de dragoste r\u0103mas\u0103 neterminat\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen seara aceea, m-am \u00eentors acas\u0103 singur\u0103. Am stat \u00een fa\u021ba oglinzii \u0219i mi-am privit ridurile. Fiecare linie era o amintire, o alegere, o renun\u021bare. \u0218i totu\u0219i, \u00een ad\u00e2ncul ochilor mei b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, am z\u0103rit sc\u00e2nteia fetei care odinioar\u0103 iubea f\u0103r\u0103 team\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, Andrei a \u00eenceput s\u0103 vin\u0103 des. M\u0103 aducea flori din gr\u0103dina lui, a\u0219a cum f\u0103cea c\u00e2nd eram tineri. Ne beam cafeaua \u00een curte, povestind despre lucruri m\u0103runte \u2014 vremea, recolta, pre\u021bul la ulei. Dar printre cuvinte simple se strecurau t\u0103ceri care spuneau tot.<\/p>\n
Odat\u0103 mi-a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tii, m-am g\u00e2ndit c\u0103 poate nu e prea t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n
L-am privit mirat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru ce?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru noi. Pentru o plimbare, pentru o var\u0103, pentru un ultim dans.<\/p>\n
Mi-au dat lacrimile. Am \u00een\u021beles atunci c\u0103 nu mai aveam nevoie de ani, ci doar de clipe tr\u0103ite pe deplin. \u0218i am zis da.<\/p>\n
Ne-am dus \u00eentr-o duminic\u0103 la malul r\u00e2ului, acolo unde ne \u00eent\u00e2lneam c\u00e2nd eram copii. Apa curgea la fel, iar iarba mirosea a amintiri. Am stat pe banc\u0103, iar el mi-a luat m\u00e2na \u0219i a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Liza, \u0219tii ce e culmea? Am a\u0219teptat o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103 s\u0103 fim liberi. \u0218i acum, c\u00e2nd suntem, avem doar b\u0103tr\u00e2ne\u021bea. Dar m\u0103car o avem \u00eempreun\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit. Nu mai conta timpul. Nu mai conta trecutul. Conteaz\u0103 doar c\u0103, la cap\u0103tul unei vie\u021bi pline de datorii, munc\u0103 \u0219i compromisuri, iubirea adev\u0103rat\u0103 a avut curajul s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o lume \u00een care oamenii uit\u0103 u\u0219or, noi ne-am amintit. Am ales s\u0103 nu murim cu regretul pe buze, ci cu z\u00e2mbetul unei iubiri reg\u0103site.<\/p>\n
Iar \u00eentr-o sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd soarele apunea peste gr\u0103dina mea, Andrei m-a \u021binut de m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a spus \u00eencet:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Acum chiar suntem liberi, Liza.<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima oar\u0103 dup\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 \u00eentreag\u0103, am sim\u021bit c\u0103 are dreptate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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