Malyshka
We kissed one last time as the last boarding call announcement came over the loudspeakers.
‘I love you Sasha’ I told him for the first time. He smiled down at me.
‘I love you too, Malyshka.’ I walked away from him, breaking contact for the first time since we had arrived at the airport.
I rummaged through my carry-on bag for my earphones before putting it in the overhead compartment. My hand ran across something unfamiliar. I pulled out a worn out book with Cyrillic writing on the cover, clearly belonging to Sasha. I found my earphones, shuffled my playlist, and flipped through the book. It was a collection of poetry by a Russian poet named Alexander Pushkin. The whole book was in Russian bu