We all know those three little words that hold so much power over us. Longing to hear someone – anyone – utter those words in a heat of passion. Or in the perfect empty moments when the hush has fallen over a conversation and you’re staring at each other from across the table, room, seat. How it appears on a text message one night after a conversation of how much this person missed you in their life. Maybe it’s wine-induced, sure. Maybe it’s just the heat of the moment. But maybe it’s not. I’ve never had a boy tell me he loved me, but I’ve had plenty of girls who uttered it like magic words to spellbind me. But I have loved boys. And…