If you ever seriously ask about //dating dating//, like when two people are in a committed relationship, so no, really. In fact I think I can never be in a relationship with anyone, because I’m a grumpy, judgmental 82-year-old lady with a lot of mental illnesses; no one ever likes me at all.
But, Charlie could never be just an internet friend to me. She’s very special, to say the very least. To say I have a particularly soft spot for her is such an understatement, and I love seeing her around more than anyone else. I love her (really, it isn’t even clinched, I truly do), because something inside her has me taken aback everytime. You insert my 828282 paragraphs complaining about time zones here, but I wake up at 4 am in the morning so that we can message and act like each other’s grandma for a while, to remind each other to do such things like eat and sleep and get some rest and take care of yourself for me, but it’s worth it, and it makes me feel less lonely and friendless. And she’s someone, I mean, I wish, that was really there for me to call a proper, committed girlfriend. Sadly, life happens, and now the only people hitting on me are my cat, and my uncle, who has been harassing me since i was 10. I’m depressed, but getting to know Charlie and calling her my girlfriend makes me feel very happy while I totally forgot what happiness even felt like.