She loved the guy.
She did it for him.
She would've done anything for him.
Some women are like that.
Some lovers are like that.
Some loves are like 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 respect and your independence. After a while 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 its going to take you down with it.