Searching for Meaning

I know she was meant to teach me something. She knew that too. But I was learning those things already. She didn't have to die for me to learn them. Or did she? Is this the ultimate lesson, the harsh one that either changes the course of my life or destroys me? It's not like I was a bad person, or on a bad path. She just wanted me to live up to my full potential, to set me free to be the person she saw inside me.
Her first goal was to get me out of a dead marriage. She made damn sure that I severed those ties. Her second goal was to make me capable of showing my feelings. She brought them out alright, sometimes in brutally honest ways. We didn't mind though. It was all just part of the passion we had for each other, part of the dance. Five minutes after an argument, we'd be laughing at each other and spend half the night talking, of love and life and all the good things.