It was last autumn when I first met her. I remember the smile she had, the elegant yet free spirited look in her eyes. I knew at that first precious moment, that she was much more special and different than any girl I had met before. Bianca. What a beautiful name. Sure it means "white" in Italian, but the name fit her better than a sword in its sheath. The first night we spent together was as nerve wrecking as it could po...