When I was 21, I went to Buenos Aires alone. And the very first thing that happened when I got there was that I met a beautiful girl on the hostel balcony. It was 11am and she was still drunk from the night before and she asked me if I was happy. I said, Yes, I'm in Buenos Aires, how could I not be happy? And she said in broken English, No, no, I mean, are you happy? And I knew instantly that she would be one of the most important people in my life. We've probably only ever spent 7 whole days together, but I feel closer to her than I feel to almost anyone else. We will always be in love, no matter what the distance. And today is her 23rd birthday. I've spent her last two birthdays with her. But this year I have to wait till July to see her again.