King of Hearts
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On graduation day back at Lunnevads Folkhögskola a young man from the class below stepped up to me and handed me a gift.
I never really knew him, and it was not like the two of us would care to get to know each other better either. Still, he had something he said was what he wanted to give me and me alone, as it felt suitable.
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The gift was
King of Hearts
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For that was how he viewed me and my “reign” at the school.
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It all came back to me this morning when I woke up and felt like that. Not mainly in the selfish manner of corroboration, but with the feeling of how the person I woke up beside had honored me greatly, by letting me hold her.
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Both proud of what I am
and humbled before her.
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Not often are those feelings ever this pure.
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