E di q\u00eb kur t\u00eb lexoni letr\u00ebn time do t\u00eb shokoheni, ndoshta edhe do t\u00eb m\u00eb urreni, por mua do t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte shum\u00eb mir\u00eb sikur qoft\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb lexues ta kuptonte gjendjen time dhe t\u00eb mos mendonte keq p\u00ebr mua. Kam nj\u00eb sekret t\u00eb madh brenda vetes, t\u00eb cilin vendosa ta ndaj me shum\u00eb njer\u00ebz, duke ruajtur anonimatin. Kam m\u00ebkatuar, por n\u00eb em\u00ebr t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb.<\/p>\n
Po shkoj drejt t\u00eb dyzetave dhe jam rritur n\u00eb frym\u00ebn e historive t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb t\u00eb romaneve q\u00eb lexoja kur isha e re. I p\u00ebrpija ato histori me shpejt\u00ebsi sk\u00ebterre dhe m\u00eb pas \u00ebnd\u00ebrroja se si do t\u00eb ishte jeta ime, si do t\u00eb ishte njeriu q\u00eb do t\u00eb kisha n\u00eb krah, si do t\u00eb ishte marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnia jon\u00eb. Kisha krijuar shum\u00eb ide, shumica e t\u00eb cilave qen\u00eb t\u00eb gabuara, gj\u00eb q\u00eb e kuptova kur hapa syt\u00eb dhe pash\u00eb q\u00eb jeta e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb ishte ndryshe.
\nU martova me nj\u00eb njeri t\u00eb mrekulluesh\u00ebm, por me t\u00eb cilin \u00e7do gj\u00eb shkonte qet\u00ebsisht. Mb\u00ebshteteshim dhe e respektonim nj\u00ebri-tjetrin, por asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk i p\u00ebrjetova ato skenat e fuqishme t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb si n\u00ebp\u00ebr faqet e librave. Un\u00eb \u00ebnd\u00ebrroja q\u00eb dikush t\u00eb m\u00eb merrte me forc\u00eb, t\u00eb m\u00eb rr\u00ebmbente, t\u00eb b\u00ebnte dashuri me mua p\u00ebr net\u00eb t\u00eb t\u00ebra.
\nNisa t\u00eb jetoja monotonin\u00eb e dit\u00ebs, duke e pranuar si nj\u00eb pjes\u00eb normale t\u00eb jet\u00ebs s\u00eb gjithsecilit. Gjith\u00e7ka q\u00eb tashm\u00eb doja ishte nj\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb. Isha e d\u00ebshiruar p\u00ebr t\u00eb pasur dashuri dhe, duke qen\u00eb se nuk e merrja dot nga bashk\u00ebshorti im, doja t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn t\u00eb provoja dashurin\u00eb e n\u00ebn\u00ebs.
\nPor me burrin, pavar\u00ebsisht se kishim marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie, un\u00eb nuk po mbetesha dot shtat\u00ebz\u00ebn\u00eb. Un\u00eb ia vija fajin natyr\u00ebs s\u00eb marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnies son\u00eb. Ne b\u00ebnim dashuri si me buton, sikur na detyronte njeri dhe jo sikur e donim me t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb gj\u00eb.
\nPavar\u00ebsisht nga gjendja q\u00eb po kaloja, asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk e kam menduar q\u00eb do ta tradhtoja tim shoq. Pavar\u00ebsisht se mbetesha nj\u00eb fem\u00ebr shum\u00eb pasionante, e dija q\u00eb tashm\u00eb jeta ime kishte marr\u00eb nj\u00eb drejtim t\u00eb caktuar dhe nuk mund t\u00eb b\u00ebja gabime t\u00eb tilla, por Zoti gjeti pik\u00ebrisht at\u00eb koh\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb dhurat\u00eb dashurin\u00eb e jet\u00ebs sime. Arbeni ishte shoku i burrit tim. E di \u00e7far\u00eb po mendoni, q\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb di\u00e7ka e p\u00ebshtir\u00eb ajo q\u00eb do t\u2019ju tregoj, por n\u00eb fakt e di q\u00eb ju kurr\u00eb nuk do ta kuptoni dot at\u00eb q\u00eb ndieja un\u00eb n\u00eb ato momente. Un\u00eb doja t\u00eb ndihesha fem\u00ebr, e dashuruar, ndaj dhe vendosa t\u2019i pranoja p\u00ebrkujdesjet e Arbenit, t\u00eb cilat n\u00eb fillim ishin miq\u00ebsore dhe m\u00eb pas nis\u00ebn t\u00eb kishin natyr\u00eb sentimentale.
\nMe rastin e nj\u00eb feste t\u00eb organizuar, n\u00eb nj\u00eb skut\u00eb t\u00eb fshehur midis nj\u00eb morie njer\u00ebzish u konsumua marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnia jon\u00eb e par\u00eb. Ishte e fuqishme, e plot\u00eb, shp\u00ebrthyese. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb nuk isha ndjer\u00eb ashtu. U ndjeva fem\u00ebr, u ndjeva e re, u ndjeva s\u00ebrish plot jet\u00eb dhe besim.
\nKur ishim n\u00eb festa apo raste t\u00eb tjera shiheshim e prekeshim vjedhurazi sa her\u00eb mundeshim. Ishte nj\u00eb situat\u00eb absurde, por shum\u00eb josh\u00ebse. T\u00eb gjith\u00eb festonin, bisedonin, b\u00ebrtisnin dhe n\u00eb mes t\u00eb asaj rrokopuje dy njer\u00ebz po i shprehnin ndjenjat nj\u00ebri-tjetrit vet\u00ebm me sy. E ndjeja q\u00eb mezi merrnim frym\u00eb.
\nSigurisht q\u00eb pasuan shum\u00eb takime t\u00eb tjera. Sigurisht q\u00eb e dija se ishte nj\u00eb gjendje q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb mund t\u00eb shkonte asgj\u00ebkundi, por nga ana tjet\u00ebr ndihesha mir\u00eb, e d\u00ebshiruar, nuk doja q\u00eb kjo lidhje t\u00eb mbaronte.
\nNd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, marr\u00ebdh\u00ebniet e mia me tim shoq vazhdonin, por ishin m\u00eb te rralla. M\u00eb dukej si nj\u00eb njeri i panjohur n\u00eb krevat, nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb q\u00eb n\u00eb jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb t\u00eb p\u00ebrditshme ai vazhdonte t\u00eb ishte bashk\u00ebshorti im i dashur. Ishte shum\u00eb e \u00e7uditshme ajo q\u00eb ndieja.
\nPor e gjith\u00eb situata u p\u00ebrmbys kur mora vesh se kisha mbetur shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. U lumturova, isha n\u00eb qiellin e shtat\u00eb sa p\u00ebr nj\u00eb moment harrova t\u00eb mendoja se kush mund t\u00eb ishte babai i foshnj\u00ebs.
\nAty e kuptova q\u00eb kishte ardhur momenti p\u00ebr ta zgjidhur t\u00eb gjith\u00eb situat\u00ebn n\u00eb t\u00eb cil\u00ebn ndodhesha. Arbenin e doja, por edhe tim shoq nuk mund ta lija. Vendosa t\u00eb flisja me Benin. Kur i thash\u00eb q\u00eb isha shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb, ai u g\u00ebzua gjithashtu.
\n\u201cUn\u00eb e dua shum\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb f\u00ebmij\u00eb!\u201d, i thash\u00eb, \u201cm\u00eb shum\u00eb se \u00e7do gj\u00eb tjet\u00ebr! Nuk dua t\u00eb b\u00ebj asgj\u00eb q\u00eb mund ta d\u00ebmtoj\u00eb at\u00eb, dua q\u00eb t\u00eb ket\u00eb nj\u00eb t\u00eb ardhme t\u00eb sigurt\u00eb!\u201d.
\n\u201cDhe ne do t\u2019ia sigurojm\u00eb!\u201d, m\u00eb tha ai.
\n\u201cJo ne, un\u00eb! Un\u00eb dhe ai q\u00eb duhet t\u00eb jet\u00eb babai i tij!\u201d, iu p\u00ebrgjigja.
\nArbeni nuk m\u00eb foli. M\u00eb tha q\u00eb nuk do t\u00eb lejonte asnj\u00ebher\u00eb q\u00eb f\u00ebmija i tij t\u00eb rritej pa babain e v\u00ebrtet\u00eb. U zum\u00eb gjat\u00eb. Un\u00eb nuk doja q\u00eb ai t\u00eb nd\u00ebrhynte. I thash\u00eb q\u00eb un\u00eb vazhdoja t\u00eb kisha marr\u00ebdh\u00ebnie me burrin tim. Kjo gj\u00eb e nxehu jasht\u00eb mase.
\nN\u00eb at\u00eb koh\u00eb nuk e dija se ku isha. \u00c7do zile telefoni, \u00e7do e r\u00ebn\u00eb dere m\u00eb dukej si shkat\u00ebrrimi im, sikur ishte Arbeni q\u00eb kishte ardhur p\u00ebr t\u00eb treguar gjith\u00e7ka, por Arbeni nuk u duk m\u00eb. Asnj\u00ebher\u00eb. Pas nj\u00eb muaji frike im shoq m\u00eb tha se ai ishte larguar jasht\u00eb vendit p\u00ebrgjithnj\u00eb dhe q\u00eb m\u00eb b\u00ebnte t\u00eb fala pasi nuk kishte pasur mund\u00ebsi t\u00eb gjente koh\u00ebn p\u00ebr t\u00eb m\u00eb takuar.
\nU leht\u00ebsova. Pik\u00ebrisht n\u00eb at\u00eb moment i thash\u00eb bashk\u00ebshortit tim se isha shtatz\u00ebn\u00eb. Tani djali im \u00ebsht\u00eb shtat\u00eb vje\u00e7. Arbeni nuk \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb m\u00eb i gjall\u00eb. Un\u00eb vendosa q\u00eb t\u00eb mos ia b\u00ebja analizat e AND-s\u00eb djalit tim. Nuk e di i kujt \u00ebsht\u00eb ai f\u00ebmij\u00eb natyralisht, por realisht, ai \u00ebsht\u00eb f\u00ebmija im dhe i bashk\u00ebshortit tim, \u00ebsht\u00eb f\u00ebmija q\u00eb na ka zbukuruar jet\u00ebn. Ne jemi prind\u00ebrit q\u00eb e duam dhe e rrisim. Kjo ka m\u00eb shum\u00eb r\u00ebnd\u00ebsi nga t\u00eb gjitha.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
E di q\u00eb kur t\u00eb lexoni letr\u00ebn time do t\u00eb shokoheni, ndoshta edhe do t\u00eb m\u00eb urreni, por mua do t\u00eb m\u00eb vinte shum\u00eb mir\u00eb sikur qoft\u00eb edhe nj\u00eb lexues ta kuptonte gjendjen time dhe t\u00eb mos mendonte keq p\u00ebr mua. Kam nj\u00eb sekret t\u00eb madh brenda vetes, t\u00eb cilin vendosa ta ndaj me shum\u00eb […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[95],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3829","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rrefime-mekatesh"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3829","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3829"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3829\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3829"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3829"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/intervista.al\/web\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3829"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}