Two months prior, you start making mental notes of things your boyfriend likes. You start paying attention to small comments made here and there of things that amuses him. You scour the internet for concerts and shows.
You purchase tickets for a concert of a band he might enjoy a week prior his birthday. He knows one song from the band, but you’re sure he’ll enjoy the concert anyway. You click “Buy” without regard to the price. You want the best seats.
All men are boys – so you shop for a toy. You make sure it’s something he likes. He’s mentioned it months ago – this is a good buy. You ask his brother and sister for their opinion.
You buy novelty shirts. Something funny, smart and geeky. Buy it in blue because blue looks good on him.
You make reservations in a steakhouse. Fuck diets, it’s his birthday. You go through the menu and see if there’s anything he’d like. You call the restaurant and mention you’re having dinner for your boyfriend’s birthday before going to a Broadway musical.
You buy tickets for a show. You haven’t seen a musical in a long time. He’s going to love it.
You put all the gifts in a corner in your room so he’ll see the surprise you prepared for him when he comes over and stay for the night.
It’s going to be perfect.
The real gift is you are willing to cancel everything because your boyfriend’s sister decided to throw a family-only party that you’re not invited to.
The real gift is calling the restaurant to cancel your reservation.
The real gift is calling your best friend to accompany you to a Broadway musical because you don’t want to waste the rather expensive tickets you got, and you don’t want to go alone.
The real gift is not losing your shit because in a relationship, one has to be the strong one that the other can hold on to.