The title of the chapter of my life's story, the chapter where college started to get good for me is called "Melissa," and therein lies an introduction to a sparkley-eyed lass with a quick smile and a heart full of compassion and hope. She, from Chautauqua, with the long hippie hair and the buckle sandals, would be my co-RA. And eventually one of my bestest girlfriends.Earlier this month, Melissa married her bestest boyfriend. It was a beautiful affair, marked by a comfortable kind of love, the kind that Melissa and her man Chris share, the kind that diffused to every hot molecule of air in that backyard in Chautauqua, where vows were said, where friends were reunited, where an abundance of blessings was palpable.