To My unrequited Love,

You will get this after my death and I hope I was able to tell you the truth before dying but If I was not your's and Mine's family will tell you what it is.

You were never going to be mine and I knew it but I wanted you to be mine so when I got to knew about my tumor and approaching death the first thing I wanted to do was to make you mine. And I did. You were mine for all the day's and night's we travelled or talked or walked or slept.

You were mine.

As I recollect where we have been it looks something like this....

In Amsterdam, I swirl the honeyed wine in the tumbler that cast rainbow shadows all over your face when you lean back to take a sip, your throat bobbing as you swallow softly . I cheer as you glug down my glass,you smile as I become tipsier every second, knowing that I can't handle it.

"It's quite smooth" ,you say and I nod not knowing what you're talking about . Only that I really like it,because I'm a sucker for all the things you do.

It was February in Iceland ,the sun set at three in the afternoon ,the ships across the ice were nothing more than a frozen fjords ,we flew high on the roads of others,in the back gardens of the nice lady with Fair hair....in bed,we passed back and forth something red mixed with a bottle of something exceedingly sweet,to all the things lost on us and I ask ,"what are you thinking?" ,you've been staring at the ceiling so long ,I swear it's come alive ,and you say you're thinking of where to go next.

We take train to Reykjavik in the morning ,the icy air too frigid now,I hate the cold but I love you so it's fine. Feelings are hard to forget especially when they're with you .

We roll up the hills in Tokyo to let go ,we fly back to Qatar at night to play on the bronze sculptures in Doha like kids,you dislike planes and I male sure to hold your hand. You are scared thanks to Louis's loop-de-loop ,but the thing is even if it did do a loop-de-loop nothing's gonna hurt you,it'd have to get past me,and that's not easy because I'm never gonna let anything bypass me to get to you untilal I'm dead and Sorry to say but that just within an arm stretch.

The Dubai sights are nothing compared to you, what the fuck is burj Khalifa when you have Zayn Jawadd Malik...

People used to tell me that life was short to pin after people but I'm so glad I pined after you,you take me away and Jesus ,I can't ever let you go straight off the runaway to the scratchy hotel bed.

When our stop comes at the end of the track are we ready for it ?

There isn't a train that I wouldn't take no matter where the fuck it's going as long as you're with me.

-Your Companion.

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This is there whole journey. They were at Las Vegas at Last where Harry died.