I'd promised myself to keep my shit together at the airport and I actually managed. Once I was home, however, all the raw feelings bubbled to the surface.

Obviously, it took awhile to get over months and months of infatuation but that's why they invented ice-cream and rom-coms.

Then, I actually met a guy at work. He was kind, funny, and very gay. Josh moved in six months later.

Otto and I had remained in touch and when he came to visit two years later, he brought his fiancée.

I got along with her spectacularly well and whenever Otto looked at us, all he could do was smile.

Whilst Josh and Katy were indulging in their shared love for celebrity gossip, Otto took me aside.

"The wedding is in October and you and Josh have to come," he said.

"Of course, we'll be there."

"Good, because a wedding without a best man..." he let the implied proposition hang.

"I'd be honoured," I breathed.

"I'm really grateful we could stay friends."

"Me too," I said, hugging him tight. "Me too."