The speaker tells their partner that the past doesn't matter. They don't mind who came before, the flirting at bars, or the nights that blurred into morning. The title line, "i don't care, i love you," sets the tone: this is a plain, generous kind of acceptance, and the speaker insists it comes from an "innocent" love rather than indifference.
In the second half, the poem turns from the past to the future. The speaker admits they don't know how long it took the other person to find them, or whether they were looking at all, but what counts is that it has happened. What follows is a list of small, everyday wishes: holding hands on long car rides, a cold nose against a shoulder at dawn, sharing jackets through the cold seasons and "melting" together in summer. The mood is warm, relaxed and tender. The lack of punctuation and the loose, running lines make it feel like someone speaking honestly, without rehearsing.