Dup\u0103 aproape doi ani de lini\u0219te, \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 ploioas\u0103, cineva a b\u0103tut la u\u0219a magazinului meu. Am ridicat privirea de la buchetul de trandafiri pe care-l preg\u0103team \u0219i, pentru o clip\u0103, mi s-a t\u0103iat respira\u021bia. Era Dima. Udat p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele, cu ochii tri\u0219ti \u0219i chipul obosit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Anca, trebuie s\u0103 vorbim, a spus el cu voce tremurat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit un amestec de furie \u0219i mil\u0103, dar m-am st\u0103p\u00e2nit. L-am poftit \u00een\u0103untru, doar din polite\u021be. Mirosul de flori proaspete umplea aerul, iar ploaia b\u0103tea \u00eencet \u00een vitrin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ce vrei, Dima? am \u00eentrebat, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l privesc.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Am gre\u0219it. Mama\u2026 mama s-a \u00eemboln\u0103vit, iar eu\u2026 am pierdut tot. Mi-e ru\u0219ine, dar n-am venit pentru bani. Am venit s\u0103-\u021bi spun c\u0103 mi-e dor de tine.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele lui m-au lovit drept \u00een inim\u0103. \u00cen trecut, poate m-ar fi dobor\u00e2t. Dar acum eram alt om. Nu mai eram femeia care cer\u0219ea dragoste \u0219i aprobare. Eram o femeie care \u0219tia c\u00e2t valoreaz\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Dorul t\u0103u vine cam t\u00e2rziu, i-am spus calm. \u021ai-ai ales drumul. Eu mi l-am ales pe al meu.<\/p>\n
El a oftat ad\u00e2nc \u0219i a l\u0103sat privirea \u00een jos.
\u2014 N-am crezut niciodat\u0103 c\u0103 vei reu\u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 mine, a murmurat.<\/p>\n
Atunci am z\u00e2mbit.
\u2014 Nici eu. Dar uite c\u0103 am f\u0103cut-o.<\/p>\n
Dima a plecat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai spun\u0103 nimic. L-am privit cum dispare printre pic\u0103turi, iar \u00een mine s-a f\u0103cut lini\u0219te. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, nu mai sim\u021beam furie, ci doar eliberare.<\/p>\n
Seara, dup\u0103 ce am \u00eenchis magazinul, am trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 o familie care r\u00e2dea \u00een fa\u021ba unei cofet\u0103rii. O feti\u021b\u0103 \u021binea un balon roz \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i s\u0103ruta mama pe obraz. Mi-au dat lacrimile, dar de bucurie. Nu pentru ce pierdusem, ci pentru ce devenisem.<\/p>\n
\u00cen via\u021b\u0103, nu conteaz\u0103 cine te p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219te, ci ce faci dup\u0103 aceea. Po\u021bi s\u0103 te pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219ti sau po\u021bi s\u0103 \u00eenflore\u0219ti. Eu am ales s\u0103 \u00eenfloresc.<\/p>\n
Ast\u0103zi, am trei magazine de flori, zeci de clien\u021bi fideli \u0219i o inim\u0103 \u00eemp\u0103cat\u0103. C\u00e2nd m\u0103 uit \u00een oglind\u0103, v\u0103d o femeie puternic\u0103, care nu s-a l\u0103sat dobor\u00e2t\u0103 de vorbe, de oameni sau de soart\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u0219tii ce-i mai frumos? \u00centr-o zi, o doamn\u0103 \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 a intrat la mine \u0219i mi-a spus:
\u2014 Feti\u021b\u0103, florile tale aduc lumin\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba oamenilor.<\/p>\n
Am z\u00e2mbit \u0219i i-am oferit un trandafir alb. Nu \u0219tia c\u0103 acel compliment valoreaz\u0103 mai mult dec\u00e2t to\u021bi banii din lume.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103, uneori, cea mai mare r\u0103zbunare e fericirea ta.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Dup\u0103 aproape doi ani de lini\u0219te, \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 ploioas\u0103, cineva a b\u0103tut la u\u0219a magazinului meu. Am ridicat privirea de la buchetul de trandafiri pe care-l preg\u0103team \u0219i, pentru o clip\u0103, mi s-a t\u0103iat respira\u021bia. Era Dima. Udat p\u00e2n\u0103 la piele, cu ochii tri\u0219ti \u0219i chipul obosit. \u2014 Anca, trebuie s\u0103 vorbim, a spus el […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9976,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9975","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\/9975","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=9975"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9975\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9977,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9975\/revisions\/9977"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9976"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9975"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9975"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9975"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}