Privirea i s-a oprit asupra mea. Pre\u021b de o clip\u0103, timpul s-a oprit \u0219i el. Am sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eemi bate p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een t\u00e2mple, iar ochii ni s-au \u00eent\u00e2lnit, ca odinioar\u0103, c\u00e2nd venea acas\u0103 cu ghiozdanul mai mare dec\u00e2t el \u0219i se l\u0103sa \u00een bra\u021bele mele f\u0103r\u0103 un cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Nu \u0219tiu ce a citit pe chipul meu, dar z\u00e2mbetul i s-a \u0219ters, \u00eenlocuit de o expresie pe care n-am mai v\u0103zut-o niciodat\u0103: uimire, recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i o urm\u0103 de durere.<\/p>\n
Miruna \u0219i-a \u00eentors capul spre el, z\u00e2mbitoare, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u00een sufletul nostru. Muzica continua, iar el p\u0103\u0219ea \u00eencet, spre altar.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a ajuns \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, \u0219i-a luat locul. Dar privirea lui m-a c\u0103utat din nou. De data asta, a fost doar o clip\u0103, dar destul\u0103 c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u0103 m-a v\u0103zut cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
Ceremonia s-a desf\u0103\u0219urat frumos. Lumea r\u00e2dea, pl\u00e2ngea, aplauda. Eu st\u0103team \u00een t\u0103cere, \u021bin\u00e2nd cutiu\u021ba \u00een m\u00e2ini, ca pe o parte din sufletul meu.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 slujb\u0103, am vrut s\u0103 plec repede. Nu voiam s\u0103 stric momentul. Am ie\u0219it printre primii, ghemuit\u0103 \u00een palton, cu ochii umezi.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00eenainte s\u0103 ajung la u\u0219\u0103, am auzit o voce puternic\u0103, clar\u0103:
\u201eSta\u021bi! Nu pleca\u021bi!\u201d<\/p>\n
Toat\u0103 lumea s-a \u00eentors. Rare\u0219 alerga spre mine, cu buchetul de flori al miresei \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. Miruna r\u0103m\u0103sese \u00een spate, \u00eencremenit\u0103, cu z\u00e2mbetul for\u021bat.<\/p>\n
El s-a oprit \u00een fa\u021ba mea, r\u0103sufl\u00e2nd greu. \u201eTu… tu n-ai voie s\u0103 pleci a\u0219a.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit slab. \u201eE ziua ta, dragul meu. Eu doar… am vrut s\u0103 te v\u0103d fericit.\u201d<\/p>\n
El a luat cutiu\u021ba din m\u00e2inile mele \u0219i a deschis-o. A privit butonii \u0219i vocea i s-a fr\u00e2nt:
\u201ePentru b\u0103iatul pe care l-am crescut\u2026 pentru b\u0103rbatul de care sunt m\u00e2ndr\u0103…\u201d<\/p>\n
A citit cu voce tare, iar \u00een biseric\u0103 s-a l\u0103sat o lini\u0219te ap\u0103s\u0103toare. Apoi s-a \u00eentors spre to\u021bi:
\u201eAsta e mama mea. Nu dup\u0103 s\u00e2nge. Dup\u0103 inim\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 ea, eu n-a\u0219 fi fost aici.\u201d<\/p>\n
Miruna \u0219i-a cobor\u00e2t privirea. Oaspe\u021bii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 aplaude, \u00eencet, cu respect.<\/p>\n
Eu am sim\u021bit c\u0103 nu mai pot \u021bine lacrimile. Rare\u0219 m-a \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at, str\u00e2ns, a\u0219a cum nu o mai f\u0103cuse de ani buni.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u00ce\u021bi mul\u021bumesc,\u201d a \u0219optit. \u201ePentru tot. Pentru c\u0103 n-ai plecat niciodat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 nu e nevoie de s\u00e2nge ca s\u0103 fii mam\u0103. E nevoie doar de r\u0103bdare, dragoste \u0219i puterea de a r\u0103m\u00e2ne, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd nu \u021bi se cere.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentors la altar, a purtat butonii mei la m\u00e2neci. Iar eu am r\u0103mas acolo, \u00een ultimul r\u00e2nd, cu inima plin\u0103 \u0219i ochii \u00een lacrimi, \u0219tiind c\u0103 \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it pot pleca lini\u0219tit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 b\u0103iatul pe care l-am crescut devenise b\u0103rbatul de care eram m\u00e2ndr\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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