The reality of love actually lies somewhere between hesitation and sporadic will to help.
Sometimes, "hesitation" is most pronounced since it supposes the will but lacks the reality of love - it is a spherical bulb of the onion's back - it cannot stand the test of knife.
On the other hand, the "Sporadic run-to-help" gesture evidently professes the truth of love - a zest of the choleric to help the victim of a car accident. They would carry the victim and get to the dreg of bills in the hospital...
But saliently, love still wears a very sensitive veil(Maybe the above paragraphs are not perfect), so much that you may never know that true love was only shawled in that hesitation - the place of the natural human to think the cost of a thing and pay it within themself, first before they dive into action - how the all-loving Jesus hesitated a little at Gethsemane - the same reason I ask myself, "come, do you mean you really want to pay your friend's bed bills with your school fees?".
Then a strong answer has to come as judge and sentence me into action, then I pick my pen and sign for payment with hand shaking like a frustrated iron spring.
When you get all well and good. You would be told I paid my love for you. You would wonder why in the world I did. You would ask me, and I would also hesitate to reply...
Wording of the King...