It’s been seven years since I first met ORV and Dokja. Seven years of growing up with him.. surviving, stumbling, and learning to stand again. Whenever I cried, I’d find myself rereading ORV, as if those pages could hold me together. Reading it felt like being there beside Dokja, struggling through every scenario, trying to survive together. Somehow, it made me feel alive. And without even realizing it, while Dokja kept walking forward in his world, I was doing the same in mine. I love ORV. I love Dokja, for teaching me how to keep going
It’s been seven years since I first met ORV and Dokja. Seven years of growing up with him.. surviving, stumbling, and learning to stand again. Whenever I cried, I’d find myself rereading ORV, as if those pages could hold me together. Reading it felt like being there beside Dokja, struggling through every scenario, trying to survive together. Somehow, it made me feel alive. And without even realizing it, while Dokja kept walking forward in his world, I was doing the same in mine. I love ORV. I love Dokja, for teaching me how to keep going