During my childhood I changed elementary schools twice, middle schools twice, and high schools twice. As a result, I often had short, broken, and poorly-ended friendships with many people that I have never seen again. I learned to cope with the uncertainty and dismay I felt for not having any lasting connections by cherishing little moments with people. Occasionally I would develop a strong friendship with a truly wonderful person and over the course of our friendship my brain would memorize the lines of their face, the sound of their laugh, and the expression of sadness, laughter, and curiosity in their eyes. Their comments, questions, and jokes would permeate my thoughts daily as if I was subconsciously trying to meditate on the wonderfulness and beauty existing in the spirit and mind of that person so that I could somehow be made purer. It was this special group of people that really compelled me to laugh and live from day to day. They cut through my numbness and kindled the fire inside of me; they performed a miracle. However, our situations would change after a given amount of time and I would be physically separated from each and every one of them; they would float away. The combination of the inexplicable vivid life I led with each person and my inevitable separation from those I cared about the most placed those truly wonderful people in a whole new realm of existence. They became Miracle Bubbles.
As I explained this to my best-friend on the hammock with tears in my eyes, he looked at me in silence. I did not need for him to say anything or attempt to console me because I was crying water-droplets of joy and awe, not sorrow. He was next to my side on that hammock and had been my friend through thick-and-thin. When I left for college, I risked never seeing him in person again, but I had accepted that. He had encouraged me to live and is a truly wonderful person and because of that I finished my explanation to him that night with "You are one of my Miracle Bubbles."