What do you call it? I just can't put my finger on it.
He doesn’t even know it, but he pushes me to be this awesome person. This person who never quits, this person who challenges herself. This person who try’s new things. This person who isn’t afraid to be who she is. This person who wakes up everyday knowing how limitless the world is, and damn well takes advantage of it. This person who now knows how short life is, and that you can’t waste it by watching it pass by. This person who takes risks. This person who knows that you have to go big, go hard, or go home. This person who laughs outloud. This person who smles just because it feels good. He pushes me to be happy. He pushes me to be me, deep down who I really I am. The person I forgot I was. And he doesn’t even know it. He doesn't even know.