Every Mothers' Day, my ex-girlfriend would always prank text me that she's pregnant and that I should greet her.
Last year, the usual. She texted me the same thing. Only this time, she's actually pregnant. Not with me. But with the guy she cheated on me with for about two years.
She made me happy so it's only fair I talk about her the way I would have years ago. :) Let's call her "K". K was/is beautiful. Not the kind that drew way too much attention when she walks into every room. It was the kind of beauty that revealed itself when you're alone with her.
I guess, I was one of the (un)fortunate ones who caught sight of the universe inside her eyes. I think I've told her everyday how it was my favorite part of her. Her warm brown eyes have always spelled out her thoughts, even before she gathered the courage to say the right words.