"fine by me"

It's fine by me if you never leave.
It's fine by me it you spend forever here with me.
It's fine by me because I love you.
It's fine by me if you make the worst jokes. I will still laugh at them, because I think you are hilarious. No, that wasn't sarcasm.
It's fine by me if you make mean, sarcastic comments.
Why? Because you're adorable when you make those.
It's fine by me if you shout, asking me to push you higher on the swings.
Because I love hearing you laugh.
It's fine by me when you cry because of the little things, and roll your eyes at the things "normal" people cry about.
It's fine by me when you get carried away with your strange stories. Those are my favorite ones.
It's fine by me when you don't want to hold hands in public. I know you're not big in holding hands.
It's fine by me when you say you love that singer more. He makes you happy, therefore I am happy. And how does one of his songs go again? Oh. When I'm with you, I'm at home. I am. I really am.
It's fine by me when you have your incredible switches in your moods. Those only remind me that I have to be there for you, and you need me as much as I need you.
It's fine by me when you finish all the chocolate, and leave none for me. Because I can taste them in your mouth when I kiss you. Even better.
It's fine by me when you make me clean up our mess alone, because I know you make it up to me in your little ways.
It's fine by me when you leave your sticky notes in my books, bags or on my car. They're the ones that remind me you think about me too.

Everything is fine by me as long as it's with you.