Planning a Surprise

So it’s supposed to be “our month” this month. We’re supposed to celebrate our first year together. I planned a lot of things for this. I lined up all the overrated cheesy things that couples do and I plan to propose that we do every single one in that list. By the time the month ends, we would have HHWW in Luneta, played hide and seek, watched a cheesy tagalog film, went to the zoo, fed each other pancit, sang to each other while walking along the bay and a whole lot of other things and it would have been nauseating but amusing and awesome. This would have been a month for the books.

But then something unexpected happened. His relatives from the states came home.

Now let it be known that my boyfriend belongs to a tightly knit family. They’re the type of people who does everything together. They love bonding with each other, going out to eat, visiting each other’s houses to eat, going to the beach, everything. They just can’t get enough of each other. It’s cute, really.

However, because of that, all the plans and preparations I’ve been making would come to a screeching halt. His family now occupies every weekend of July. His mom would be coming home from the US too, and yes that means minus more days for us.

It didn’t help of course that his cousin— okay, I won’t go there. Anyway, it just absolutely crushed me. I know that anniversaries and stuff shouldn’t mean that much anymore to me but it still does, tremendously in fact. I’m just a girl. I love making a big deal out of things. And this IS a big deal. If this was done in any other month and in any other day, it wouldn’t be the same.

There are 12 months in a whole year… why this July. Why.

I’m sad. and paranoid.