Matters

Why does it matter when I wanted to be with you.
Why does it matter when I saw you standing and watching me over.
Why does it matter when I was longing for you.

Now it matters and I feel 'em.
But I won't let it slip because I know what I need to do now.

You are beautiful and great.
It's such a memorable and un-erasable time of my life.

I am keeping it.