Ishte n\u00ebntor i vitit 1996. Un\u00eb n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb isha nj\u00eb gjimnaziste rreth t\u00eb 16-tave. Jetonim s\u00eb bashku me familjen time n\u00eb nj\u00eb vend t\u00eb vog\u00ebl malor. Gjat\u00eb koh\u00ebs s\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00ebris\u00eb gjithmon\u00eb etiketohesha si nj\u00eb vajz\u00eb e bukur,por shum\u00eb e urt\u00eb,pra nuk isha \u201ce hedhur\u201d,si\u00e7 quheshin vajzat q\u00eb mundoheshin t\u00eb jetonin m\u00eb t\u00eb lira se ne t\u00eb tjerat.<\/p>\n
Mir\u00ebpo zemra \u00ebsht\u00eb e lir\u00eb t\u00eb zgjedh\u00eb momentin kur t\u00eb do t\u00eb biesh n\u00eb dashuri. K\u00ebt\u00eb b\u00ebri dhe zemra ime. Nuk pyeti nga karakteri im, por p\u00ebr her\u00eb t\u00eb par\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00eb rrahu fort p\u00ebr nj\u00eb djal\u00eb. Ai ishte maturant dhe ishte djali m\u00eb i bukur i shkoll\u00ebs. Ishte \u00ebndrra e t\u00eb gjitha vajzave .P\u00ebr ironi t\u00eb fatit \u00a0kishte sht\u00ebpin\u00eb te pallati i tezes sime. Sa her\u00eb shkoja tek tezja m\u00eb rastiste t\u00eb takohesha me t\u00eb n\u00eb shkall\u00eb (m\u00eb von\u00eb mora vesh se k\u00ebto nuk ishin rast\u00ebsi). \u00a0Nuk i flisnim asnj\u00eb fjal\u00eb nj\u00ebri-tjetrit,vet\u00ebm ai ndalonte pak sa t\u00eb kaloja un\u00eb dhe asgj\u00eb m\u00eb tep\u00ebr,e till\u00eb ishte koha at\u00ebher\u00eb.<\/p>\n
K\u00ebto shk\u00ebndija zgjat\u00ebn deri sa ai shkoi n\u00eb shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb e nja dy her\u00eb t\u00eb tjera kur kishte ardhur me pushime, sepse m\u00eb von\u00eb mor\u00ebm vesh se kishte ikur jasht\u00eb shtetit. Ishte koha kur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb shqiptar\u00ebt sa t\u00eb gjenin nj\u00eb mund\u00ebsi largoheshin jasht\u00eb Shqip\u00ebris\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Pas gjimnazit shkova n\u00eb\u00a0 shkoll\u00eb t\u00eb lart\u00eb dhe, edhe pse u mundova ta hiqja nga mendja k\u00ebt\u00eb djal\u00eb nuk arrita. Edhe pse kisha k\u00ebrkesa nga djem edhe m\u00eb t\u00eb bukur nuk arrita ta heq nga zemra dashurin\u00eb q\u00eb ndjeja p\u00ebr t\u00eb e ta z\u00ebvend\u00ebsoja me nj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr.<\/p>\n
Pas mbarimit t\u00eb shkoll\u00ebs fillova pun\u00eb n\u00eb vendin tim t\u00eb lindjes. U ambjentova shum\u00eb shpejt me pun\u00ebn dhe sapo kisha filluar t\u00eb njihesha me nj\u00eb koleg. T\u00eb dy ishim n\u00eb mosh\u00eb gati t\u00eb nj\u00ebjt\u00eb dhe na bashkonin shum\u00eb mendime dhe gj\u00ebra t\u00eb p\u00ebrbashk\u00ebta. Nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb se ndjeja ndonj\u00eb dashuri t\u00eb madhe p\u00ebr t\u00eb, por ndjehesha mir\u00eb af\u00ebr tij e kjo m\u00eb mjaftonte n\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Ndodhi q\u00eb t\u00eb shkonim bashk\u00eb n\u00eb nj\u00eb sh\u00ebrbim pune dhe atje nga mir\u00ebsia q\u00eb ai tregonte p\u00ebr mua miq\u00ebsin\u00eb e kthyem n\u00eb lidhje. Ishte hera e par\u00eb q\u00eb lidhesha me nj\u00eb mashkull n\u00eb jet\u00ebn time. E mendoja se kjo lidhje do t\u00eb ishte vet\u00ebm me at\u00eb q\u00eb kisha dashur q\u00eb e vog\u00ebl, por ja q\u00eb gj\u00ebrat nuk dalin asnj\u00ebher\u00eb ashtu sic i ke planifikuar.<\/p>\n
Kjo lidhje vazhdoi n\u00eb fsheht\u00ebsi p\u00ebr nj\u00eb far\u00eb kohe, madje ishim gati t\u00eb hidhnim hapin e madh e t\u00eb martoheshim. Mir\u00ebpo gjithmon\u00eb di\u00e7ka do t\u00eb dal\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb prish\u00eb at\u00eb q\u00eb nd\u00ebrton ti. Takova nj\u00eb shoqe t\u00eb gjimnazit e m\u00eb tha se kishte takuar Gjergjin (djaloshi q\u00eb kishte b\u00ebr\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb kuptoja se \u00e7far\u00eb ishte dashuria n\u00eb mosh\u00eb shum\u00eb t\u00eb re). Sapo m\u00eb tha k\u00ebt\u00eb menj\u00ebher\u00eb u zgjuan tek un\u00eb \u00ebndrrat f\u00ebmij\u00ebrore q\u00eb m\u00eb kishin pushtuar p\u00ebr vite t\u00eb t\u00ebra.<\/p>\n
Nuk kisha se si t\u2019i rezistoja nj\u00eb takimi me t\u00eb. Kishte kaluar shum\u00eb koh\u00eb, por ajo nuk kishte zbehur asgj\u00eb n\u00eb ndenjat e mia. Edhe pse kisha nj\u00eb lidhje tjet\u00ebr nuk kisha pse t\u00eb mendohesha t\u00eb rrija me Gjergjin sa t\u00eb donte dhe si t\u00eb donte ai.<\/p>\n
-Je b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb e bukur se kur ishe gjimnaziste!- k\u00ebto fjal\u00eb hap\u00ebn siparin e lidhjes s\u00eb shum\u00ebpritur.<\/p>\n
-K\u00ebto fjal\u00eb duheshin th\u00ebn\u00eb vite m\u00eb par\u00eb! Tani \u00ebsht\u00eb tep\u00ebr von\u00eb, – po mundohesha t\u00eb b\u00ebja t\u00eb v\u00ebshtir\u00ebn un\u00eb. N\u00eb fakt zemra ime m\u00eb thoshte q\u00eb t\u2019i hidhesha n\u00eb qaf\u00eb sapo e pash\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Pas nj\u00eb muhabeti t\u00eb that\u00eb ai m\u00eb tha:<\/p>\n
-E kam pritur me padurim takimin me ty. Kam vite q\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrroj t\u00eb jem af\u00ebr me ty. A mban mend kur takoheshim n\u00eb shkall\u00ebt e pallatit. N\u00eb fakt nuk ishte takim, por kur un\u00eb dilja me vrap nga sht\u00ebpia ime sapo t\u00eb shihja q\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00eb takoja n\u00eb shkall\u00eb.<\/p>\n
-Pse ti m\u00eb shikoje nga dritarja?….\u00cb\u00eb\u00eb, po ja, pra, pse t\u00eb takoja gjithmon\u00eb,sa her\u00eb vija tek tezja.<\/p>\n
-Po nuk e ke kuptuar? Si do t\u00eb kishte mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb rastiste gjithmon\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb takoheshim n\u00eb t\u00eb nj\u00ebjtin vend? Eh sa koh\u00eb t\u00eb bukura ishin! Sikur\u2026<\/p>\n
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