STARSKY & HUTCH
BALLERINA GIRL
(A Body Worth Guarding - Hutch's POV)
This is America, the land of opportunity. My world is a world filled with freedom and with choice. Before I met you, Russia was somewhere that I had only heard about. It was as foreign to me as the moon.
It was somewhere that I had no desire to be. The political differences stood between us like a wall of stone. But you can't control the feelings coming from the heart and mine fell in love with you.
I could see the fire blazing in your eyes. Your anger for what I stood for was visible in the way you walked. You drove me crazy with your attitude and the way you talked about "America". None of that mattered
because I had never met a woman as beautiful as you.
I couldn't resist those dark, vulnerable eyes, or the fair skin surrounded by hair so blonde that it outshined the sun.
'Share a cup of tea with somebody who is unfriendly and your loneliness has ended.'
I could hear the pain you tried to hide, a deeper meaning, behind those words when you said them. All I wanted to do is hold you in my arms and make the pain disappear.
I wanted nothing more than to love you, to protect you, and to be with you for the rest of my life. My heart was ready for you.
You were a young Russian ballerina in America. No matter how much I wanted it, I knew it wasn't possible. I couldn't ask you to give up your life for me. You had your whole career ahead of you. You weren't ready
for America yet. The world is changing but not fast enough for the two of us to make it. I had to let you go.
Since you've left, my life has pretty much gone back to normal, almost. The days are bearable, but your face haunts me every night.
The mornings are the worst. When I wake up and realize it was just a dream, those are the moments that I miss you the most. I feel the gaping hole that is in my heart; a hole that was once filled with love for you.
You took that piece of my heart with you when you left.
Playing the guitar reminds me of you now. I can see you sitting on the floor beside me. I can still feel the warmth of your head against my leg. I call the song, Anna's song now, because I always think of you when I
play it.
My Ballerina Girl, I still miss you every day. Maybe one day, when the world turns fast enough, you'll be ready for America. Maybe some day we'll be together again and you'll bring back the piece of my heart that is yours alone.
Written by Silverladynl
Edited by Pat L.
March 2000
Netherlands