The time I was in love with him now I'm married to him.

Part 2: How We Met (Part 2).

My thoughts quickly fade away when the feeling of being dropped brings me back to reality and I hear a bunch of screaming girls yelling out a name I have never heard of before.

???: "I-I'm s-so s-sorry."

Hearing the heart break in his voice for the first time since we met tells me he didn't mean to drop me.

All these screaming girls who continue to yell and scream for him it was obviously there fault because they bumped into him and it caused him to drop me.

Screaming fan #1: "Tae I love you!!"

Screaming fan #2: "Please marry me!!"

Screaming fan #3: "Have my children I want them to look just like you."

Screaming fan #4: "V I love you!!

As I hear these screaming fans scream and yell these random names and cry about it.

I can't wrap my mind around this mysterious person.

"Who the hell is Tae and is V even a name?"

"Is my life that sad that I don't know who this is but should know?"

As these things go through my mind I find myself still at the same spot I was left at and I continuously sit here not moving at all.

As I look at this mysterious person signing what seems to be albums and posters and high fiving some of the fans which causes some of them to cry which I don't understand.

But as I'm looking at him I notice the broken look hasn't left his eyes since he dropped me.

I don't know how I can tell he's broken but by looking at his expression and the way he looks at the fans something tells me he's not okay.

"Wait why do I care that he's broken?"

"I don't even know him to even care."

As this goes through my mind I'm still sitting in the same spot but all of a sudden I feel something run down my arm.

I decide to look down and my arm is bleeding.

Me: "ugh just great.."

As the blood continues to run down my arm I take my shirt and wipe the blood that continues to drip and I see a huge cut on my forearm leading up to my elbow.

I try my best to wipe it but it burns and hurts too bad to touch it.

While I continue to look at my arm I notice where the huge cut is it's starting to get a purple blue bruise around it.

Once I get the blood off I no longer pay attention to my arm my attention is on this mysterious guy once again.

Which was the wrong thing to do because as my attention is on him.