The second snapped you out of your daydream and rattled you to the core. He'd pin you against the wall with one hand and you'd feel the sting of his palm against your cheek. You could taste blood in your mouth and all you wanted was more. He liked you because you were rude and outspoken and selfish and you weren't afraid. It was drug-taking and bone-shaking, drug-fucked and sex-high. It was everything or nothing. It was talking on the phone until 3am or not speaking for a week at a time. It would come and go depending on the day, on the time, on a hundred or so other silly little things. This was a love for narcotics and a love for late night conversations and a love for naked skin-on-skin, but nothing more.
The third you never saw coming. Both with matching scars and sky blue eyes - you were crazy and he was wild. He pulled you apart and stripped you down, inside out. The third undressed you, teeth to skin, twelve times per week. Walls shook and windows rattled and not a goddamn thing stood a chance in your path of destruction. He'd call you his "beautiful creature". He'd slam you against his tattooed chest - "come here, kiddo." He'd wrap his fingers around your throat and you'd tear his back red raw. It was Sunday morning, burning bacon on the stove, because you were both so occupied by your underwear, now shackles around your ankles, his body bending you over the kitchen sink. It was having to stop the car on the side of the road, falling over each other in the backseat, not even being able to make the five minute drive home. It was laying pressed together in his bed every weekend, "tell ms every detail of your life" it was the first Tims you'd ever felt like another soul could be home. He told you he wanted you forever, but you were only given 90 days. It was you falling in love and him leaving you behind. It was like drowning, but you just couldn't fucking die.
Maybe four...sits across from you at dinner and smiles. It's a deep, genuine happy smile. And he kisses you and you can feel his grin against your lips and you're laughing and you're both drunk and silly and content. You cross your fingers and although it's only the very beginning, you hope that he decides to stay.