Professional

I am a professional. Most likely not of what you think. There was him first. He liked me after I was done liking him. No words needed to be exchanged. Then there was him. He broke my heart first. And then I broke his. And then there was the third one. I never liked him. He didn't understand. He does now. And now there is him. And he is my friend. And I care about him. And I know he likes me. But I don't like him. He is one of my best friends. But we just can't date. He isn't the kind of person I would date. I can't. I don't like him. He likes me. And now tonight I will get my diploma. Because after the fourth one you become a professional. A professional heart breaker.