There is a sense of sad inevitability about her post.  She still adores me, and does not wish to walk away - and yet the compromise she is having to make is considerable.  It is heavy in almost her every line.  Along with a deep sadness, and a longing for the things I cannot give her. 

At times I feel like I am a drug that she is taking - she knows that I am bad for her, and yet the pleasure of taking me outweighs (for the time being) the damage I do.