Meant For Goodbyes

The other night I had a totally random and peculiar dream. I really don't know what it meant, nor do I read into it at its face value, however, what I do know is that the inner workings of my brainial cavity sprung into life. The screeching sounds of the rusted metal cogs echoed endlessly in the vast void taking up residence between my ears.
About said dream. It wasn't anything really spectacular, out of the ordinary, nor was it disturbing in any way. It was simply a straight forward story that unfolded just as one of those awkward "boy meets girl" Hollywood vomit films might. The one random variable of this story was the particular "girl" who played the leading female role of this "dream film." A blast from the past who we will just call, "Lilly." So, in this dream......I was talking with a guy friend, whom I really don't know, nor have ever seen before. He is introducing me to his wife, Lilly. They have two children, and a seemingly happy marriage. My friend has no idea I knew Lilly, which makes our introduction quite awkward, yet pleasantly surprising. Okay, so I don't recall exactly how the dream concluded, but that really doesn't matter so much. This is the jump off where the thoughts and or questions began materializing within my mind-dome.
About Lilly. Lilly is someone I met probably twelve or thirteen years ago. Wow, typing that all out makes me feel quite old. She had left a significant imprint in my life during that time. Anyhow, I probably haven't seen her for about nine or ten of those years. We've sort of kept in touch through online messages, emails, etc. here and there over the course of these years, basically just updating our lives in under 150 characters. We continue to talk, but paths no longer cross. I don't expect anything from her, much like I might have in the beginning. I believe we've both conceded the point at one time or another that in a different time, place, and or circumstance our relationship might have diverted down another path. One I know I had hoped for. However, I believe now that not to be the case. Lilly and I were always meant for a goodbye. Her curiosities of my life and well being are, and have always been one of waning interest. I will always wonder what paths she will be lead down.
I am perplexed as to the how and why this seemingly insignificant and rather brief whirlwind of circumstance produced more of an imprint in my life than did an eight year relationship with a girl that I was supposed to love. That moment in my time line is one that I'll always remember. Those are the moments you hope to fill your life with as to look back upon at the end. I certainly hope I find more of those so that I may erase the years I've wasted.
In the end, despite what anyone says, Lilly included, love/like will always be unrequited. Whether it be in a dream or waking life, whatever will be, will be...

*I think I had forgotten by the end of this post where I was going with it. Certainly, if I recall anything else, I will add it later.