I know you don’t like me, but don’t worry the feeling is mutual. I smile and wave at you when we see each other because someone important to me considers you as a friend. I told you the truth and became a good friend, but you chose to hate me, like it’s my fault that your boyfriend is a lying, cheating, self-absorbed d*ck. So I’ll just keep on waving and smiling, and you may keep on secretly hating me (which is useless since I can read through your empty head), and move on and pretend like nothing’s going on. That would be fine, it’ll all be on you anyway in the end. But when the time comes, I would gladly drop you as my so-called “Friend”.