Petriti shtrire n\u00eb kolltukun e guzhin\u00ebs kishte para syve nj\u00eb fotografi t\u00eb hershme. E mbante dhe e v\u00ebshtronte me kujdesin m\u00eb t\u00eb madh. Buzeqeshja e saj e fiksuar n\u00eb foto e b\u00ebnte t\u00eb vuante shpirt\u00ebrisht, jetonte ashtu i mpir\u00eb pa nerv pa gjall\u00ebrin\u00eb e tij t\u00eb dikurshme. E v\u00ebshtron dhe instiktivisht kthen kok\u00ebn nga dera i dukej sikur pret at\u00eb q\u00eb do t\u00eb trokas\u00eb nga \u00e7asti n\u00eb \u00e7ast, ashtu leht\u00eb vet\u00ebm tre her\u00eb si me sinjalin e dikursh\u00ebm.
Turbullohet mendon mos vall\u00eb jam \u00e7m\u00ebndur, por jo shkund kok\u00ebn, jo ai beson akoma se ajo do t\u00eb vij\u00eb. Nga fotografia ajo e qeshur me tr\u00ebndafilin n\u00eb dor\u00eb me ngjyr\u00eb t\u00eb kuqe i buz\u00ebqesh, vet\u00ebm i buz\u00ebqesh.
Asgj\u00eb p\u00ebr Petritin nuk ka m\u00eb kuptim kudo atmosfera \u00ebsht\u00eb e zymt\u00eb e trishtueshme shum\u00eb gri e ftoht\u00eb akull.
Ashtu i humbur n\u00eb at\u00eb fotografi flet me at\u00eb, flet kurse ajo vet\u00ebm buz\u00ebqesh.
Jo un\u00eb nuk jam i \u00e7m\u00ebndur k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb e tha me z\u00eb, q\u00eb t\u00eb bindej m\u00eb shum\u00eb, un\u00eb e shikoj at\u00eb kudo me at\u00eb tr\u00ebndafil t\u00eb kuq n\u00eb duar po me k\u00ebt\u00eb buz\u00ebqeshje.
Petriti \u00ebsht\u00eb br\u00ebnda historis\u00eb s\u00eb dashuris\u00eb kjo \u00ebsht\u00eb historia e dashuris\u00eb s\u00eb tij,
Th\u00ebrret me z\u00eb br\u00ebnda shpirtit t\u00eb tij:
Jo un\u00eb nuk di m\u00eb t\u00eb dashuroj q\u00ebndro me mua t\u00eb lutem ndalo e kupton t\u00eb doja vet\u00ebm ty n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb bot\u00eb.
M\u00eb merr dor\u00ebn t\u00ebnde si dikur m\u00eb premto un\u00eb do t\u00eb jem mjaft i \u00ebmb\u00ebl me ty m\u00eb shtr\u00ebngo fort n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu, un\u00eb ende \u00ebnd\u00ebrroj p\u00ebr ty.
T\u00ebr\u00eb pasurin\u00eb time do e shkrij p\u00ebr ty edhe n\u00ebse ty nuk t\u00eb interesoj m\u00eb dhe vet\u00ebm kur t\u00eb m\u00eb injorosh un\u00eb pran\u00eb teje dua t\u00eb jap frymen time t\u00eb fundit, aty n\u00eb krah\u00ebt e tu.
Mos harro nj\u00eb qiri mund t\u00eb ndri\u00e7oj\u00eb nat\u00ebn, por buz\u00ebqeshja jote nd\u00ebrton perandorin\u00eb time\u2026
Ku je ti aty jam un\u00eb n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb dashuri askush nuk e beson sa jemi dashur, prandaj t\u00eb lutem mos m\u00eb injoro, se un\u00eb p\u00ebrs\u00ebri do t\u00eb luftoj dhe p\u00ebrs\u00ebri do t\u00eb luftoj.
\u2026Nuk mund t\u00eb harrosh historin\u00eb t\u00ebnde t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb historia e nj\u00eb jete \u00ebsht\u00eb histori dashurie.
Disa pika lot rrodhen Petritit nga syt\u00eb gjys\u00ebm t\u00eb mbyllur, kjo histori dashurie nuk vdes ajo jeton, jeton se \u00ebsht\u00eb Histori Dashurie\u2026
Sh\u00ebnim: \u00c7do ngjajshm\u00ebri me ngjarje reale ose p\u00ebrshkim tjet\u00ebr \u00ebsht\u00eb krejt i rast\u00ebsish\u00ebm.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Petriti shtrire n\u00eb kolltukun e guzhin\u00ebs kishte para syve nj\u00eb fotografi t\u00eb hershme. E mbante dhe e v\u00ebshtronte me kujdesin m\u00eb t\u00eb madh. Buzeqeshja e saj e fiksuar n\u00eb foto e b\u00ebnte t\u00eb vuante shpirt\u00ebrisht, jetonte ashtu i mpir\u00eb pa nerv pa gjall\u00ebrin\u00eb e tij t\u00eb dikurshme. E v\u00ebshtron dhe instiktivisht kthen kok\u00ebn nga dera […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":19387,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-19386","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letersi"},"yoast_head":"\n