'I Told My Bestie I Liked Him...

Falling for your bezzie mate can be one of the best (or the most complicated) things to ever happen to a person. Just ask Morgan Reardon…

- Morgan Reardon

WIPING A STRAY dribble of Jägermeister from my chin, I took a deep breath and in my best, ‘this really isn’t a big deal’ voice, turned to my best friend and said very quickly, ‘So when I was away on holiday I think I missed you more than a friend is supposed to and so I think I have feelings for you, yeah…’

I looked at him, heart in my mouth, waiting for his response.

‘I’m moving to America,’ he blurted out.

My heart sunk. That was not the reaction I was hoping for – far from it. I waited for him to follow up with something a little more positive, but it never came. Instead, he commented on the bartender breaking a glass, before chugging his drink and looking nervously around the room, like he’d much rather be absolutely anywhere else in the world than here with me.

Confused? Let’s rewind to a couple of months earlier when I was living my best damn life in London, partying every weekend with my gaggle of awesome pals, one of them, the aforementioned male bestie (let’s call him Dylan).

Dylan and I went to school together but we weren’t friends way back then. It wasn’t until I moved to London two years ago and a mutual mate arranged a catch-up that I had my first ever real conversation with him. We clicked and pretty much became instant besties. We’d grab dinner together, visit cool places around the city and chat about absolutely anything – guys I fancied, girls he was hooking up with, period talk. Nothing was off limits.