I’m Angela, and for what felt like forever, two whole years, I carried this quiet ache that wouldn’t quit. I fell head over heels for this guy back in our uni days, and oh man, it was like a rom-com come to life. He had this soft way about him, all gentle laughs and sweet nothings that thawed out my guarded heart after too many letdowns. But graduation? Total vibe shift. He claimed job hunts were eating his time, then poof, texts dried up, and calls echoed into silence.
One gut-punch day, I spot his socials lit up with party pics and crowds cheering him on, while I’m curled up solo, replaying every “what if I messed up?” in my head. Time dragged, and letting go? Impossible. New dates? They all paled next to his ghost. It was like an invisible string yanked me back, nights haunted by dreams of his sorry eyes, mornings slamming into the truth: he’d sailed on, but I was adrift, soul-tied and spinning.
Friends nudged, “Move on, girl!” Easy words. How do you erase a piece of yourself? I swear, it felt like some cosmic prank, dooming me to this loop. Then, mid-scroll on Facebook one lazy afternoon, bam, a post about Dr Bokko, this wise soul whisperer who mends shattered bonds and reels back faded flames. Testimonials flooded in: long-lost pairs, worlds apart, finding their way home. That spark? It hit me gently, but really, maybe, just maybe, my story wasn’t over yet. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=34144