For those of you that don't know me, I'm Natalie. I've been a member of The Walking Dead's role play fandom for justaround a year now. In this year, I've come across some absolutely amazing people like Alyssa and Christina, but this isn'tabout them. This is about one person who I became extremely close with and knew everything about...or so I thought.
September 6, 2014 at 6:05PM is when I got that first message from Oliver, also known as @Daryl_Dixon7. By October 18, 2014 at around 1 or 2AM Oliver and I became a couple. That first month of talking was beautiful. I've never met anyone who understood me in the way that he did. I guess that's why we moved so quickly. I still remember our first date like it was yesterday... I have this desert I eat that I've called cereal ice cream. You just put some type of cornflakes on top of your ice cream and mix it together to eat. I told Oliver about it and we agreed to have a date as soon as we could. That was my first date. My first date. My first long-term relationship. My first long-distance relationship. My first real love. Oliver was a lot of my firsts and I can't thank him enough for being there for me like he was. He was beautiful... The most beautiful boy I've ever seen. He had this kinda long dirty blonde hair and gorgeous eyes that were always some mix of blue and green. Then there's that smile that could always make me feel okay again no matter how much I was hurting. He was so caring and respectful and my gosh he was a total goof. He loved the weather and trains and his dogs, Sophie and Mandi, and his parents despite all of their flaws and his crazy brothers and his best friend. He was so loving. He loved me endlessly... I could still go on for hours and hours about him just like I could when we were together, but that's not the point of this story.
We fought but at the same time we loved each other like crazy. I remember our first fight. We didn't talk for a whole weekend and when we came back to talk to each other again we realized we only spent the weekend miserable. We both cried all weekend long and missed the hell out of each other. That fight just made our relationship spiral downhill. It was like after that we fought all the time. We could hardly make it a whole day without pissing each other off. But we still stayed together. We thought we could make it through it. Well, I guess I thought we could. He didn't really. The reason he didn't is because he wasn't Oliver. In fact, he wasn't even a boy. Oliver was really Kaitlyn.
I called this Our Perfect Storm for a very specific reason. "Oliver's" favorite book and movie was called "The Perfect Storm." It's a story of men out at sea and the hardships they face. Despite these hardships, they prevail. They come out of that storm stronger and wiser than before. That's why our relationship was our perfect storm. Even though what we had together could never last due to the way things ended in the final days of April, we learned from it. I learned to love myself. I learned to be happy with who I am and what I do. I learned to always forgive but never forget. I learned that I can't just give out trust where it isn't deserved. I learned so so much. We were the perfect storm because in the raging fit of this relationship we still loved and were loved. We both learned how to be okay again through each other and I couldn't ask for anything better. Oliver and I's perfect storm may have died down but who's to say another one isn't in store for me?
