As soon as I traveled through time, I fell on the bed. When I opened my eyes, I was making love with the beautiful man. Maybe this was a kind of love.
But love can also be slow and steady, and it can be accumulated over time.
Whether it is love or pain, it is better to express it than to express it, and to express it clearly is not as good as understanding it.
Such feelings are real and long-lasting.
Sometimes, it's just a specious ambiguity, but it's more memorable than the lingering love on the bed.