Let Love In Quotes

“You bring more happiness into my life than I ever thought I deserved.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“I guess I can choose happy as much as I want, but it doesn’t mean much if I’m not chosen back.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Let love in.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“you are the reason I breathe. Without you, my life would have no meaning at all, so saying that you ‘make me happy’ is a huge fucking understatement. You”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking that you’re my lobster.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“The only way for her to know how I feel is to tell her. I have to stop being an asshole, stop being afraid, and just see what happens.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“I think you gave me the wrong prescription, Dr. McNamara. This says pre-natal vitamins. I need one for birth control pills.” My hand is shaking as I reach my arm out to give it back to her.  She looks back over her paperwork and then shuffles her chair closer to the bed.  “I’m afraid not, Ms. Becker. As part of the normal blood work-up, we do a pregnancy test, and yours came back positive. Since your numbers are still relatively low, I would assume that you aren’t very far along at all — a few weeks at the most. And considering your reaction, I’ll also assume that you didn’t already know.” “But”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Legs? Check. I am five foot seven, after all. They’re slender but not too skinny. I run every morning, so my legs have always been slightly muscled, but in a feminine way — at least I hope they look feminine; bulky is not a word I’d want someone to use. I think the not too short, but short enough to still be very stylish, pleated and thickly cuffed navy blue shorts show my legs off nicely. My cork and white wedges with a cute little bow at each ankle are the perfect finishing touch. A simple dove-gray ribbed tank completes the outfit and hugs my curves. Maybe there is something to Mel’s theory after all.  My golden-blonde hair is sun-kissed in the summer, and its soft waves cascade to the middle of my back. I usually have it up, but tonight Melanie insisted that I leave it down and wavy. I let her play Barbie, and I can’t say I hate it. The real show-stopper, though, is my eyes. They’re a bright, vibrant green. They look almost fake, but as I lean into the mirror to get a closer look, I catch small little flecks of gold around the outside that I know no contact lens could replicate. I have always loved my eyes. I have my mother’s eyes. I’ve seen them in the few pictures I have from my childhood. Even if my eyes were the murkiest, dingiest, dullest brown, I still would have loved them, as long as they were my mother’s. It’s really the only thing I have left of her.  I gave in on the hair and let Melanie have a field day, but I insisted on keeping my makeup simple — a soft pale pink blush, clear lip gloss, and a light dusting of gold eye shadow is all I need. A quick swipe of some mascara, and the look is complete.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“sometimes we say horrible things to the people we love the most. You can really only hurt the ones you love.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Since the moment I met you, I’ve wanted to be here in your arms, but you’ve done nothing but push me away. So tell me how I was supposed to think that you felt anything other than hatred for me.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Yes, Maddy. Mine. You’re mine.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Yet occasionally she makes an appearance in my dreams, which promptly turn into nightmares.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“She is not just some girl. She is my girl, and I will not have you talking shit about my girl. She’s mine now, and you owe me an explanation, asshole. So either you start talking, or I keep hitting.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“or at least I hope, that we won’t hurt each other on purpose.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“You don’t see me — you see straight through me. You see beyond the outside, and it’s like you see the me that no one else sees. I saw it in your eyes that first night I met you, and it knocked me on my ass. I was a goner, and since then I guess I’ve just been trying to push you away.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“For the first time ever, I want a girl for more than just one night, for more than just sex. She’s”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“need that distance when it comes to girls. I’ve always needed it and wanted it. I refuse to let anyone get close to me.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Love ’em and leave ’em. Yeah that’s always been how I work, and it works for me. No attachment, no commitment — perfect. I put up some pretty fucking sturdy walls after Alex fucked me over, and no one has been able to break them down. I won’t let them. But”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“Hey, why all the tears?” Even though her voice is cracked and raw, it’s still the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life. She coughs at the effort she exerted over those simple words.  “Shh. It’s okay. They’re happy tears now. God, I’m so happy you’re okay. I love you so much, Maddy.” I’m kissing her fingers and whatever part of her hand and arm that isn’t covered in the cold, hard cast. “Let me go get the nurse for you, sweetheart.” “No, don’t go. Please. Just stay with me. Tell me what happened.” For a moment, I selfishly hope that maybe she won’t remember our fight. Maybe she won’t remember all of the hateful things I said to her.  “You were in an accident, baby. You were at an intersection about to make a left turn when someone blew the red light on the other side. They swerved to miss you and almost did. It wasn’t a direct impact, but it was still bad. You’ve been out cold for almost an entire day.” Maddy tries to adjust her position in the bed, but I hear her gasp in pain.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“So she’ll be okay? She’s not going to die?” I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my chest. All of a sudden the light has returned to my life, and I can breathe again.  “No, son. It looks like she’s going to be just fine. She just needs to wake up. Why don’t you all go in and spend a few minutes with her before you head home for the night? We’ll call you if anything changes.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“I fucked up so bad, Cam. I said such horrible things to her. Oh, God, what if she doesn’t wake up? What if I lose her? I can’t…” I begin hyperventilating at the thought of losing Maddy. She’s my world, and without her I know I’ll return to the shadow of a man I once was.  “Shh. Shh. It’s okay, Reid. She’ll be okay.” She holds my shoulders and pulls away from me; she looks me in the eyes and says, “Reid, sometimes we say horrible things to the people we love the most. You can really only hurt the ones you love. I’m not saying Maddy is just going to up and forgive you, but you love her, so you’ll do everything in your power to make it up to her. And because she loves you, she’ll let you.” She smiles a small playful smile, trying to lighten the mood, but nothing will lighten my darkness, nothing but Maddy. •”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“I swear. My girlfriend and I got into a fight, and she took my car to get some fresh air. She…oh, God…please tell me that she’s okay. Where is she?” Tears are burning in my eyes, and a huge lump is forming in my throat.  She has to be safe. I can’t lose her — please tell me that they’re here because they thought she stole my car or something. Please let her be okay.  “I’m sorry, son, but she was in an accident last night…”  The rest of his words fade off in the background as I collapse to my knees. I hold my head in my hands and sob wildly. No! No! No! This can’t be happening. I feel my heart break in my chest as I think about her being hurt. I feel a hand at my back and see another reach around to help me up. Officer Rivera says, “She’s alive but in critical condition. She’s at St. Francis Hospital. We’ve been trying get in contact with you all morning. When we reached her next of kin, Melanie Crane, she gave us your number and told us that you were staying here. We’ve been trying to call the room and your cell, but there was no answer. If you’d like, we can take you there to see her. Ms. Crane is on her way as we speak.” I”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“As I was walking home, I had this gnawing feeling in my gut that something was wrong. I ran and ran and ran to get home as quickly as I could.”  I pause, trying to gather whatever strength I can for this next part. The deep breath that I take racks my lungs, like that of a child who has sobbed itself to sleep.  “He was in the tub, wrists slit, blood everywhere. I was too late. There was nothing I could do. He killed himself because of me and my fucking mistake. He left a note, but all it said was that he was sorry that he couldn’t be who they wanted him to be. I killed him. It’s all my fault that my brother is dead.” The tears claim me full force now.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“all of this shit would just go away in the morning. “But it didn’t. When I woke up the next morning, Shane was gone. When I went downstairs to find him, my parents were sitting at the table, eating their breakfast and sipping their coffee like nothing happened. I yelled and screamed at them. Told them they’d lost their fucking minds, that they were heartless and fucking worthless if they could just disown their own flesh and blood for being gay. They told me that if I felt that way, I should leave, too. I felt like I was looking at strangers. They were my parents. I had obviously known them my entire life, but when they told me that, I felt like I was in some kind of twilight zone or some shit like that.  “So that afternoon when I knew they would be at work, I cut out of school early to come home and pack my bags. I was going to find Shane and leave with him.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“my parents were waiting on the couch to confront him. They told him that he had to leave. No son of theirs was gay. They wouldn’t house ‘that kind of person.’ He stopped being their son in an instant. They stopped loving him. They made him leave. I couldn’t believe how cruel and callous they were treating their own son. But Shane, he didn’t fight or yell and scream or anything. He just walked away, head hung low. I know they’re not really dead, but in that moment, the people I thought were my parents died right before my eyes.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“I’m good. It’s just a little hot and crowded in there.” Like six feet, two inches of solid, gorgeous, beautiful man hot and crowded.  I keep that to myself, though.”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“date — dinner and a movie. A funeral and burial weren’t supposed”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In

“horrifyingly ripped away from you in the middle”
― Melissa Collins, Let Love In