C'mere
It was all he ever had to say.
It's not even a real word. Two words squashed together into one meaningless sound.
But it's not meaningless, all the times we've lost someone, when we've come close to losing each other he's there, with that one word.
But it's more than just that one word, there's the look in his eyes. The look that tells me that everything's going to be alright somehow. That he's going to be there for me. It's the look that tells me he loves me and just as much as I need him, he needs to hold me too. It's love.
It's permission, to let down my guard, to let him see me as the woman not the soldier, to cry on his shoulder or in his arms, to hold him and cling to him, to love him.
When Janet died, when my father died, all he had to say was that one word and somehow I knew everything was going to be ok, that although it felt like my world was crashing down around me, it wasn't the end. He was there to help pick up the pieces.
With that one word he let me show him how much I needed him, how much I loved him.
With that one word he showed me how much he loved me.