It didn't matter

It didn't matter,
It didn't matter that in that point in time the world was happening around us, that children were crying and stores were being robbed.
It didn't matter, that those around us didn't understand what we were doing, or why our hearts had aligned in such a way that our souls felt almost in tune.
It didn't matter that we would have to endure painful hours of not seeing one another, that we would have to get used to the idea of a communication only stemming over a telephone pole, rather than the calm ebbing of our hearts and breathing as we lay there so sure of us, and so uncertain of everyone else.
It didn't matter.
None of it mattered because when we lay in that bubble, the world that forms around this entity of you and me, it is as if the trials and trivial troubles that torment us have simply vanished. And all that is left is both of our hearts, reaching out, like hands clasping at sheets in the dead of night searching for its counterpart, it was a sense of belonging and a deep felt understanding.
It didn't matter that maybe someone would have a problem with us, or that people wouldn't accept us.
It didn't matter that both of our hearts had been cracked before by fists so carelessly striking our soul.
It didn't matter that fear plagued both of us because we didn't feel alone.
It didn't matter that our minds would unroot all that was beautiful and turn it to dust because it was who we are.
It didn't matter because it mattered.
We mattered enough for everything else to stop mattering, just for once.
None of it matters,
Not like you matter to me anyway.