There's
that look in your eyes
I can read in your face that your feelings
are driving you wild
Ah, but girl you're only a child
- Does Your
Mother Know, ABBA
'Let's just dance!' I scream over the voices.
'O.K' you reply, begrudgingly. I know that you think that I'm too young for you; heck, you could be my dad. But you're not, even though you are one of his closest friends nowadays. I lead you onto the dance floor and begin to move. You mirror my movements with much less enthusiasm and I can't help but feel offended. You will never see me as anything more than your best friend's daughter; and this will never be anything more to you than a meaningless fling, which will presumably lead to utter mortification on both parts in the future.
I decide not to care and leave my worries behind me as I sip the firewhisky and feel your hands run along my hips. I should care, but I don't. Tonight we will be together and attempt to fill the empty void left behind after the war. The thing is that it will leave us feeling emptier than before.