It didn’t matter to her that I broke her heart. It didn’t matter to her that I made her cry all those nights. It didn’t matter to her the mistakes that I made. It didn’t matter to her the pain that I caused her over and over. It didn’t matter to her that I took her for granted. It didn’t matter to her when I said I will do those things over again. It didn’t matter to her the future, nor the past, as she always lived in the present. All that mattered to her was the two of us sitting at the corner of the earth, looking at the stars, holding each other’s hands.