One day you got a voicemail, very random since you always answered the phone.

It's was from Miles, your best friend.

"So I should I start this? I guess it started when you were with him, and how he never took you out to dance, did he fuck with any rhythm?!"

The voicemail went on.

"You don't know how long I can stare into your picture and wish that it was me! I guess it's different because you love him..."

That explains why he didn't like your boyfriend, that explains everything.