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or last night. I wasn’t expecting you to jump for joy, but you could have at least acted like I wasn’t a stranger.”
    “Me?” He shouts. “You could have done the same! You could have done all that too, but you didn’t. As far I can see, I mean and meant nothing to you. That fucking hurts, Cat!”
    I slap my hand against my mouth as he finishes. I can’t believe he’d even think that. No, I didn’t like that he cut me out and abandoned me, but he has never meant nothing to me. “Now who’s talking bullshit?” I ask stepping up to him and pushing my hands into his chest giving him one, huge, shove. “You meant everything to me! Besides, when did you want me to bring it up? When you have Josie screeching at you, or Mandy whining at you? And I know I got her name wrong, but I don’t give a shit! You cut me out of your life and forgot me, Kyle. You said we’d never leave each other and then you erased me out of your life!”
    “Me? That was you. The last I heard was you were sick and then nothing. Every email I sent bounced back. I sent you letters and got nothing again. So, don’t stand there and tell me that I cut you out.”
    I remember that day like it was yesterday, like many other days since then. I thought at the time that I was sick.
    I was pregnant. Little did I know as I sent that email that I was experiencing morning sickness. A couple of days after that, I sent an email to him and told him after I’d done a test and the email bounced back. I tried plenty more after that, that day and in the few days after, hoping it was a glitch. When I couldn’t get a single one to send, I tried calling and left messages on the machine and eventually decided to send him a letter. I’d hoped that he’d get back in touch, but he never did.
    “Kyle…” I start, my tone softening and my voice quivering as realization hits me. “I didn’t cut you out. I tried, I honestly did and I never got your letters. I did the same, didn’t you get mine?”
    “No. And stop fucking calling me Kyle!”
    He's right, of course, we never did call each other Catalina James and Kyle Cooper. We were always C.J. and K.C. Those two spoken letters always turning me into a melting mess.
    “Cat, I promise you that I never gave up on you or cut you out. I loved you. I sent dozens of letters a month just to try and get you to talk to me, but nothing. Even when my Mom tried to convince me to give up, I couldn’t.”
    Well, she would do that. “She hated me Kyle, she’s bound to try and make you give up on me.” I spit.  
    “She. Did. Not. If anything, she was just sick of mailing all the letters.”
    The penny drops in slow motion. I can’t imagine her ever mailing the letters to me, she’d do anything to stop me and him happening. Even though there’s an ocean between us, it’s not enough. If we never got each others letters, messages or emails… he never knew.
    My heart starts to break for him. Looking at him as he’s standing there completely clueless to what’s happened and yet, I can’t bring myself to tell him, not yet anyway. It isn’t something you just drop out in a conversation.
    “Kyle? Do you hate me?”
    He shakes his head at me, before digging around in a back pocket of his shorts and pulling out his wallet. I look on confused at him until he takes something out and shoves it in my hand. Looking at it I want to cry and smile all at once. It’s a picture of us sitting in the school field. We look so young and happy. We’re both carrying the biggest smiles on the planet. I’m sat between his legs wearing his hoodie and aviators. He has my hands in his as he crossed our arms over my stomach. I didn’t want the picture taken to start with and refused to smile so he started placing kisses over my cheek and neck, everywhere he could reach, knowing I’d give up and smile. I’m glad he did because I loved this picture. I gave mine up, but I’m surprised he still has it, never mind carries it with