Allison Saft

For those with impossible dreams and for those who feel dreaming is impossible.

There is so much waiting for you on the horizon

No one knows how to hurt you if you always play the fool. No one can truly be disappointed in you if they don’t expect any better.

He grins at her. “It’s you and me against the world, Margaret.”

If he stops moving, he’ll sink

like some magic far wilder than alchemy runs through her

Our dreams live and die together

Love is not the sharp-edged thing she’s always believed it to be. It’s not like the sea, liable to slip through her fingers if she holds on too tight. It’s not a currency, something to be earned or denied or bartered for. Love can be steadfast. It can be certain and safe, or as wild as an open flame. It’s a slice of buttered bread at a dinner table. It’s a grudge born of worry. It’s broken skin pulled over swelling knuckles.

No matter what she does, she’ll forge the blade on which she will fall.

There are few people, if any, in this world worth chasing after. Even fewer worth making yourself miserable over.

“No, not at all. Come in.”