I was that girl, you know the one. The one who dated the Homecoming King, the Prom King. The one who dated the President of the Frat house and star of the debate team. I lived out my fantasy of that romance abroad, he sure left an impression on the French. Yet, I can honestly say I'd never been in love. Never had I experienced that loss of breath. That skipped heartbeat. That weak in the knees kind. That is until I returned home for Christmas.