I agree with that phrase.
My experience was being overwhelmed with flowers, dinners, love notes and doing any and every thing I wanted to do...for a while. I remember pulling away at times thinking that this was too much. He needed too much attention. Every little thing would create an emotional tidal wave that I would try to help him figure out and make better. The seas would calm and if there was nothing to freak out about, then he would create something to fuss over. He always cried to me about whatever was happening. Only I could help him. I used to believe this, and felt bound to him. If he was okay, then I was okay.