What can never be

Years. Hundreds of thousands. I'd been here longer then most relics in museums. I'd met her once. She passed me by. In her lilac gown, flowing down from her waist perfectly, the cute little bows attached to the chest. I was young then. Too young to know. About such a thing as love, but her. she made my heart throb, I never forgot seeing her beautiful face, her peach cheeks, and her luscious plump lips, I dreamt about her often, my friend said obssessed. but she was a mere human, someone to be looked at, but never touched, a princess at the time actually. I followed from afar for a short time, but she got married, and became a queen and made two beautiful children, but she wasnt mine. It has been many centuries up to now, I'd survived wars. I suppose that what being a vampire means, why I cant get close to mortals, they only get old fast, and then pass. Never to be seen again, it only brings suffering, but after millennia, she was there, at this little coffee shop, in the middle of my city. She was there, as beautiful as I remembered, I needed her, to take this chance. But we don't drink blood anymore, not since before even I was born. We absorb body energies, we can get what we need from a simple handshake, but I shouldn't go near her, should I? no I'm being silly, I cant, can I? no, no, stop being idiotic. Yet I found myself visiting every day, till well the day she finally noticed me. And till she became something she hated most. We had things good. But now things are....well difficult.