How I Ended Up Dating My BFF 6 Years Later (Happy Anniversary!)


On this day, 1 year ago, Singapore had its general election and the world commemorated the 9/11 bombing. 360000 babies were born, and 151600 people took their last breaths, while an infant started to mumble papa (or Ipad I don’t know).

Among the hustle of an ordinary day, there was also a man named Steph (in short) who climbed out of the ‘friendzone’ 6 years later.

When I was 16, I fell in love with a guy, J. For over five years, we roughed out the happiest and saddest moments. He was the memory of counting all our coins just to catch the last train home because we spent it at the arcade, till the day he got his driver’s license at 18, and I got my first ‘proper’ job.

I remember our first snowfall in Beijing and when he called me to celebrate his results as he studied just to enter the same school as me. We practically shared a life even as a family on overseas trips.

But people grow up, grow out, and unfortunately grow apart sometimes.

Being in love and being in a relationship are two separate things. Love is a language to be learnt. Feelings alone cannot guarantee a happy relationship if you’re clueless about your partner’s needs.

Though J & I were what they call, ‘childhood sweethearts’, our relationship became an unhealthy obsession I had to leave behind. Perhaps we loved each other more than how we knew to love ourselves at 17 years old that it drove us mad. Or perhaps we were too young to settle our incompatibility.

As I grew older, I got to know myself better and who I wanted to be, that it rippled through every aspect of my life including what I look for in a partner.

Growing Up

Steph on the other side of the galaxy was never my ‘type’ because I was usually more attracted to slim pretty boys.

He’s a fully tattooed macho man with facial hair who makes me cringe every time he does that chest dance in his cartoon tee. When he speaks, he can sound like a 40-year-old gentleman from the 1930s. Once, he came to my house to seek permission from my parents to date me.

He loves romance novels, old jazz music, dinosaurs, family time, and helping people. Two days ago, he ran out of the car to help a McDonald’s guy with the boxes. Despite his physical prowess, the masculinity I see in him is the way he kisses his mum goodbye and puts others before him. Never petty, always logical in thought.

It’s funny how taste and opinions can change so much. All of a sudden, your favourite eyes are the ones that look at you with such love when your breath stinks in the morning, and your favourite body is simply the one that feels like home.

But we didn’t go from 0 to 100 that quick.

Met in 2010

In early 2010, J & I were at a friend’s birthday dinner and Steph was a mutual guest at the party. That night was the first time I met Steph, only to discover he was joining the same school that J & I were in.

We didn’t speak much, of course. Who becomes best friends overnight except drunk girls in club toilets or salesmen who’d pounce on you with their 99-year insurance plans? Like most people, we faded into anonymity after we said our goodbyes.

Until one night, I bumped into Steph in town–on the night I broke up with J. “Are you okay?” he asked. From that question on, we never stopped talking.

Though Steph was the God-sent pillar of support I needed at a shitty phase in life, I never believed in a rebound, nor do I like girls who play with feelings and act dumb about it. To avoid sending the wrong signals, I was always made sure I kept a distance. 

Looking back at our old conversations, I sounded like an older brother poking fun at his little brother’s porn stash. There was no way he could treat me like the regular girl, I thought.

To put it bluntly, I didn’t want him to fall for me. I tend to place relationships, infatuation, lust, and love in separate boxes. Even if I think I like someone, my feelings don’t dictate my actions. In my case, I still loved my ex so it wasn’t fair.

As days passed, Steph became one of my closest friends and we would spend school breaks together, skip school to play with cats, drive out till 6.00am, and talk about anything and everything.

He spoke to my ex on how to get me back while I asked him to suggest any girl he was interested in. I waited for him at his rugby games and we even watched films in his room–not even “Netflix and chill” where everything has to be sexual these days.

It was the simple enjoyment of communicating, sharing silly experiences, and laughing over nothing in particular.

Some time down the road, people started to ask us if we were dating but I openly said “no lah he’s just a bro haha” just to avoid any awkward silences. That’s why he never told me; he knew I bro-zoned him. Oops. I thought that if he had the remote chance of liking me, he would have backed off by then like most guys would.

But even as months and years passed, he became that guy who not just asked if I was okay, but made sure I was okay even if I said I was. No person has ever seen me cry over a guy the way he has because I’m usually too vain to waste my mascara.

“Idiot” I’d think, for putting his heart out like that. “Does he like me? Is he gay? Maybe he’s just really nice.”

He was the one I could call at 3.00am, the one who’d surprise me outside the club so he could drive me home. The one who knew I had anxiety just by speaking to me over the phone. And the one who drove me to my ex’s place and secretly waited for hours at the carpark (silly him) on the night J wanted to meet me to get back together.

He was someone not many knew about because he wasn’t the one standing beside me in a club, but the one who made sure I got home safe after the party ended.

Alas, we never spoke a word about things between us and I eventually decided to get back with my ex the second time. Steph started to drift a little and I admit I felt a weird tug in my heart but I brushed it off.

He entered his first relationship with a girl shortly after, which I felt was a bit too abrupt for his nature. Nonetheless, I was happy for him even though we both knew what that meant. Simply put, you can’t hang out till 6.00am as per normal with a platonic straight friend and watch Family Guy in bed like old singletons.

There was one night when Steph wanted to meet up a year later but my ex surprised me at my place so I called it off. I didn’t know Steph was already at the carpark that night. As weird as it sounds, he would text me out of the blue when I felt bluest. But I guess we weren’t at the right place at the right time.

So we carried on our lives as per normal and I got busy with work while he entered the Air Force.

May 2015

In May 2015, I broke up with J for good.

The very next day, Steph had to text me to accompany him to an art exhibition. It turned out different from what we expected so we left early and headed nearby for some beer and grub, where Steph had to ask me about J too. So I replied him, “Oh yeah he’s good!”

That night, he told me about his split up with his ex a year ago and I eventually broke the news about mine. I told him that this time it felt different. It felt real, like as if it ran its course and I accepted it with no struggle. I felt older, tougher, and more self-assured.

In the past, I felt too crazy for him so I always thought he suited less vocal girls. I also needed him to understand that yes we burp, we fart, we pick our noses, and we go short circuit sometimes. Maybe that’s why many of us choose wrong relationships because we blindly match ourselves on the surface; crazy to crazy, good to good, never really finding out the core values, visions and chemistry we share deep down.

But as the years passed, I found the older him more attractive, mentally and physically. When I wanted to be that independent woman who needed no man, he went lifting the heaviest furniture and helping me with chores. When I told him about emotional problems, he’d give me logical solutions.

He made me feel like a useless maiden in some frilly dress but I respected the things he could do that I couldn’t. I mean, have you seen those post-gym shoulders? Or maybe I was just bribed by his home-cooked porridge packed for me in a tin can.

I started to understand the difference between “husband material” and “boyfriend material.”

After the breakup, I was encouraged to go on dates with some great guys but I found myself wanting to tell everything to Steph at the end of the night. I found some solace in just being all kinds of ‘me’ around him, the way he showed genuine interest in even my lamest hobbies.

I didn’t want to answer get-to-know questions in some swanky bar with strangers. I just wanted to feel calm with old company and to speak my mind without worrying if there was chilli stuck between my teeth.

August 2015: Perth road trip

In August 2015, we flew to Australia for a road trip with a friend and on the plane home, he hinted his feelings to me for the very first time.

Steph: “Hey um Yuan asked me if I liked you.”
Me: “Haha so what did you say.”
Steph: “I asked her, what if I do?”
In my head: *a piano solo of Gymnopedie No.1 went off key* *a potato dropped from a passenger’s mouth* *a frog choked on his croaking* *a wine glass topped over* *silent mumbles of Hokkien cusses* *Morgan Freeman squealed*

Me: “Oh haha. Yeah, she asked me too but I said I wasn’t intending to date anytime soon.”
*everything that halted in my head started to scurry around*

You can probably imagine what happened the entire month with my girlfriends and colleagues. A friend said, “I’m not urging you to be with him just because I like him, but because I see how happy you are with him. You’re not giving your heart a chance.”

One of my best guy friends said, “He can never be that best friend once there are feelings involved. I am that friend but sorry he does way more than that. Trust me, I notice the way he looks at you.”

A few days later, Steph met me for dinner to explain everything to me; the girls he pretended to be interested in when we were in school just to make things less awkward between us, his friends who knew all along. He even admitted that he lied when he said he was near my place just so he could deliver me medicine when I was sick.

With feelings out in the open, I couldn’t live in my bubble of denial anymore, and our friendship was on the line. But in September, I chose to change my life.

It was because I chose to have a positive relationship with myself that I could share it with another. I chose to leave my doubts behind and give a good man a chance.

Taylor Swift can sing all the love songs she wants but we know the cycle: If you think someone else is going to save you and sprinkle you with happiness, it will probably end up in manipulation not love.

It’s been only a year, but a year that took 6 years to figure. And every day I wake up with appreciation because I have someone to share the same humour, music, nature and principles as me. I have someone who is willing to try to make things right, even if things aren’t perfect.

Nothing is permanent. But in this temporary life, I want to be with the person who reflects the best version of me. My rule is, a partner has to treat you better than a best friend would. And I don’t think anyone could do that in my case. He ruined my expectations.

So is there ever a “type” of person meant for us? I don’t think we’d ever know. But that doesn’t matter. What we assume we like may not be what’s good for us. And it’s only when we start being good to ourselves deep down that we can realise what’s good in the first place.

There are many kinds of love but the best ones are those that add value to your own life when you’re already complete.

Thank you, Steph, for loving me and my morning drool. Happy anniversary.

With all my soul,

The human who creepily stares at you in your sleep because I’m paranoid that every day could be your last.



  1. Hi Chevon, reading ur blog is somewhat similar to what i have experienced. The only difference is that i have married him… Whatever u have described really pulled a cord in my heart… It was kinda creepy like i wrote this same story in my head… Am happy that im not the only one who experienced this… 🙂


    1. Aww @ “the only diff is that I have married him”. I think after my previous rship, I sometimes wonder whether or not a rship might work out till I’m old. Cos love itself isn’t enough. Life is full of surprises but what matters most is right now hence I try to write things down to remember haha.


  2. This is one of best post that I have ever read in my life. If you are meant to be with the person. The person will eventually come back to you 😊
    Feel very happy for you!
    Happy anniversary to you two ❤️


    1. That’s too big of a compliment! I read somewhere that by 16, majority of people (perhaps half or more) would have already met their spouse. Funny, I wonder how true. Thank you!


  3. Beautiful. Both of you faced your fears of losing the bff relationship…and that must have taken great courage! Seems like a great asset to have to help make your relationship stronger.

    You struck a chord within me with your ‘what you think you like may not be what’s good for you’ phrase…something I had to learn the hard way.

    Thank you for sharing.


    1. I think LDR is soo tough but at least we have technology now. Keeping it alive has much to be thankful about, no matter where in the world. Some people sleep next to each other but are further than miles. All the best!


  4. Love the read up. The headlines just couldn’t be resisted as I too have a BFF who happens to be my colleague too.

    It’s gonna be a year since our friendship kicked off and yup like everything you have described, he is someone who puts you first before him, sends you to the door step just so you will be safe and he knows it. Says you are beautiful even when you just wake up with (you know what I mean). Affirms you every time and appreciates everything you do for him. He’ll just be there to embrace every moment and treats every moment as a bonus in his Everyday normal life. Takes really good care of your family and with respect. And most importantly, he just wants the best for you in every aspect of your own life. That’s my BFF.

    Sure it came of to me thinking if he actually had any intentions or might be falling for me. I even confronted him over dinner on the day he came to my convocation. Like why would he even come for my convocation when we barely knew each other?! As months passed, I held back a lot of my feelings from falling because he made it so clear he came with no intentions at all. And to this day he is still that guy I knew right from the start.

    Will I ever fall for him? I don’t know.. Maybe I’d already have? I still do not know.. One thing for sure, he won’t. You see, he is a Christian and a faithful one. He explained once or twice why we could never be together and of course I could just accept Christ and there, problem settled. But not for this guy. He believes that God is going to be the center of his relationship thus his partner has to be as devoted. So I’ve come to this day to let nature plays the part.

    I’m really happy for you and your other half. Thank you so much for sharing! I really enjoyed this article. ❤


    1. Hey JanRaves, it always makes me sad when religion divides people because it doesn’t make sense. Every couple is completely unique but remember you deserve your own love as much as you give it to anyone else. If a man wants to be with you, he will be with you. If he doesn’t want to, don’t read too much it. Focus on you! 🙂


  5. Hi. Great to hear that. I married my “buddy of 7 years”. We have 2 young kids. Our 16th anniversary is just around the corner. Need to have love, faith, trust, patience and understanding to get a lifetime together.


  6. You made me almost cry. I used to follow you on instagram years ago (bcos youre beautiful) i knew you write but never actlly read any of it. I made a new account, didn’t follow you this time.. So thankful I brought myself to open this article when it chanced itself upon my fb timeline. Going to follow you (bck again) on IG & this time, I’ll have a soft spot fr your relationship. All the best with Steph & may the coming days, years be nothing but bliss and happiness.


    1. So sweet! Thank you! I’d like to think I improved since then. Still improving haha. I just enjoy writing – good news for girls coming up soon now that I’ll be working with a team. 😉


  7. oh how the smallest things can mean so much with the ones we love. “never doubt never fear for he who loves you will cherish you”

    Hope you two have a happy everafter



  8. I used to like girls who are a bit of a rebel, girls who are bad for me. I don’t know if age caught up or my new found faith reckoning, I find myself attracted to girls who aren’t nice but considerate. So yea, we can say our type for all we want.. Chances of us being with our ideal are anyone’s guess.


  9. hello chevonne, i love the way you write – how you’re so open, so raw and so so genuine. you have such a flair with words and a way of writing into people’s heart, as you have to mine. i’m so happy for the love you’ve found and i can’t wait to read more of your writings. you inspire me, stay beautiful xx


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