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Three words, eight letters.

Eight letters which mould a hell of a lot of films, books and lives: we all know the famous moment where Rose tells Jack in the freezing water. Some of us recollect when Chuck Bass is unable to tell Blair (mainly because we wish it was us). A few of us have been subject, or at least we claim, to its powers.

The nearest my friends and I have come to it is the discussion of when you should feel it. It is an anticipation: a constant question. One of my close friends had her boyfriend say the magic words to her after three days - she was delighted, where as horrified suited my expression much better. Firstly, it was on the phone and nothing life changing should ever be determined over phone call. Secondly, it’s taken me well over three days to decide whether or not I like my new Topshop dress, let alone boyfriend - I’m all for carpe diem but there are limits.

Another story comes from the ability to read a text oh so wrong. After receiving ‘ILYF’ on the end of one message, my beautiful friend thought it was time to say it back. Only problem was, he had meant ‘I like your face.’ Awkward doesn’t describe the proceeding days.

But we are subject to constant pressure about when, where and who we should deem worthy. Open any magazine and there will be at least one feature on ‘the ideal man.’ What’s more but we are told how to gain him, how we should look when we gain him and how long to wait (months, days and seconds) until we can say those fatal words.

However, I’m more than happy to maintain the frivolity often linked with the words. Yes, in films and books it is sad when a couple who are ‘destined’ to be together can no longer be. But for now, my flatmate will continue to love professional rugby players and I shall love Topshop forever.