Listen to this story being read by Gemma Bath, here.
Amy and I met in Mexico on a Contiki trip seven years ago, and bonded over the fact we were both born in the small Victorian town of Mildura.
Like a holiday romance that never went back to reality, we've spent our entire friendship living in separate countries and cities.
The smell of coconut sunscreen, the sound of holiday playlists and the relaxation level you reach when you're two cocktails deep on a foreign beach — these are the pillars around which we've existed in one another's lives.
When we catchup it's not for a meal or an event, it's an extended period. We sleep, eat and exist as one for days at a time after months spent apart.
We've at least closed the gap in recent years. We've gone from living 16,800km from each other, to 877km. But even still we've spent more time on phone calls than in person.
Despite the distance, it works.