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Thank you for writing the letter. It means a lot to me, and it's clear that you do enjoy my presence and our conversations, and you do remember what I say. That means a lot to me, honestly, so thank you for that.

I am surprised that you wrote this letter saying that you have a crush on me. I thought that maybe you had one on me, but it's easy to not connect the dots around these things.

I can't say that I have a crush on you though. That's not to say I think you telling me is weird, or that I'm going to treat you differently, or anything. I'll always talk, text, or whatever, and nothing can change that. I'm happy that you told me, and in such a thoughtful way.

That's my wall.

Congrats! You've beaten A Frail Qubit!

This is not the end of A Frail Qubit forever, but in Beta 1, a demo of the full release, this screen will cease to exist!

Beta 1 will come out as a Demo in early 2022 on itch.io and Steam!

It will feature a deeper Story, a proper introduction and ending, tutorials, new gameplay elements, and so much more.

I am so excited to fully flesh out this game, and turn it into something exciting.

I love talking to you. I love how much you care about all the things that I keep to myself. I love the way you look at me up close, with your eyes looking into mine. I love your voice, it's just perfect, and your laugh, I melt.

I love how you reviewed my game in a block of text, I love that I can truly relax when I talk to you, when I see you, when the text bubble pops up, when it all comes together I find it so easy to lose myself and just see you.

"Random girl with big eyes and a pretty voice and has a stare that kills and makes you flutter all around that I found while dust mopping at a stupid corporation" ... I forgot I wrote this.

This is a letter. You've wrote 3 to me so far. I've wrote none.

I love you.

It's everything. Your eyes, laugh, lips, voice, natural beauty, our conversations, how you act, and everything else. Everything that you love and hate and don't care for. It all comes together.

I hope you like my chicken scratch handwriting. Also the swan on the front. I didn't plan that.

Love to me recontextualizes the world. I'm in love with you so I find going into work with you always exhilarating. I look at your car and remember how we kissed in there, I look at Saxon and remember that you live down that road. Love makes me see you where you are. And I am content, so genuinely content with life right now. You are by far why that is.

I'm remembering your face when you were laying on my lap, how beautiful, how happy you were. I want you to make that face every time you're with me, but not on purpose, not because I enjoy it, but because it's from love, our love. Love is such a powerful emotion, and we are draped in the most powerful form of it. I want to be with you when I go to bed, when I wake up, when I listen to our music, and when I fantasize about you.

It's sad that I can't see your thoughts and you can't see my thoughts. How beautiful they are. How beautiful life is, from the highs (we are here) to the lows (we will be here) to the low lows (we will be here too). Life is worth living because we have other people to spend it with, to talk with, to laugh with, to explore with, to learn with, and to love. You really get me going, I'm typing up a storm. The haze of love is the best part about it. It feels like a drug, one where my entire body goes towards yours, physically and emotionally.

I love you. We've said it so much and the meaning never ceases to brighten me, and it never loses any strength. It's the best feeling I've felt in my life. I love you.

I'm going to go to bed now. Not because I'm sleepy (it'll take some time for me to fall asleep) but because I want to talk to you sooner.