He gave me a ring from a bubblegum machine and asked me to be his bubble. Sounded like a whole lot of trouble to be somebody's bubble. I had never been popped. I had always stopped, and I wasn't going to start now. I refused the ring. Said it wasn't my thing. He got all upset, and he started to fret, but it couldn't be helped. I wanted to be free and remain an independent me. There was no room in my life to be somebody's wife. I tried to explain without inflicting any pain, but he didn't understand. I guess that's being a man. Bottom line is no bubble for me. I'm airtight, and I'm free. Being somebody's bubble seems like nothing but trouble.