In Star Wars, Padme had enjoyed many years of a thriving political career. She had been free of the sort of distraction and messiness that a forbidden romance might bring into her life. Throughout the movie, as she resists her desire for Anakin Skywalker, at times quite awkwardly for both of them, she is almost in a kind of grieving stage for her more tidy and simple life.
By the time Padme and Anakin are captured on a mission and sentenced to death, she sort of feels like the “old her” is dead already.
We transform throughout our lives. We let certain versions of ourselves die so that new ones can live. They can’t always coexist. Never changing would be horrible.
Let it happen. There are worse things than dying.
Valentines: Dying Every Day