i need time.

I miss the feeling of being missed. The number of names I used to chant when I got hiccups, in hopes of being missed; the memory is ingrained in some corner of my mind. I like the idea that someone would love me enough to think about me, but I despise that of living inside someone's mind and bringing them pain from my absence.

My mother says I grew up too soon. She runs her hand through my hair; "You should rest now," she says. How do I tell her that when your growth is forced, there is no way you can stop, not even for a second? How do I tell her that if I stopped growing, I wouldn't know what to do because growth is the only thing I've known all my life?

How far would you go for her?