Where do I exist?

Is it in that slice of time where now you exist alone?
Or is it in that slice where I alone exist?
Or was it in the past, in that passed time, where we existed together?

On the space where you live?
Or where I live?
Space where you are present and I am absent?
Or is it vice versa?
Or is it on that past space where we existed together?

When I think about our existence together
Time multiplies
Space multiplies
Innumerable universes come to being
So much memories, dreams and thoughts engulf me.

Is that because that I really exist when in love with you?
Nowhere else?
In no other time? In no other space?

And, if so,
Is love a sort of kindness of infinite towards finite?