"I think that's why I'm sick of love".

She loved the guy. She did it for him. She would've done anything for him. Some women are like that. Some loves are live that. Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and independence. After awhile you start throwing people out--your friends, everyone you used to know. and it's still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it's going to take you down with it.