The first time I saw my wife walking around the Georgetown campus I shouted out "Buongiorno Principessa!" like a buffoon. She was Italian, radiant, way out of my league, but I was fearless and almost immediately in love. We lived in the same freshman dorm. She had a smile bello come il sole-I learned some Italian immediately to impress her-and within a month we were a couple. She'd stop by my room to wake me up if I was oversleeping class; I taped roses to her door. Giulia had a perfect GPA; I had a mohawk and a Sector 9 longboard. We were both blown away by how amazing it feels to love someone and be loved back.