Devoted companion to the extreme sacrifice

I have a Modigliani print hanging over my bed.  It was a present.  Fitting, as I like to think I look a bit like a lady from a Modigliani painting - like me, they seem to be all long nose, dark hair and hips, basically.

I have been reading a lot lately about Modigliani's 'common law wife', Jeanne Hébuterne.

So sad, but absolutely fascinating in a doomed romance sort of a way, kind of like something out of Jean Genet (but real, so actually tragic).  I'm not sure how I feel about being 'devoted companion to the extreme sacrifice'.

I kind of love the idea, in a sick way - just the same sort of way that sometimes I listen to this song on repeat.