I can't believe I managed to write this the way I always imagined it but nevertheless, here you go 
"Colours burst in my head, splattering themselves all over an empty canvas and dripping in red and gold and blue and green. Greys washed away and white was stained with a newfound serenity. My blacks bled into blue and gold and everything was so bright.
Peter was everywhere. He was the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin, the salt in the breeze and the miles of land beneath.
He was the song of the birds, the shadows under the sun, the leaves on the ground and the mountain we stood upon.
Everything was stained in the colour of him and it was so incredibly vibrant. If this was the ardour of mine and Peter's friendship, I wasn't sure I wanted to let it go.
We break apart and the wind fills the space between us, a thousand thoughts rushing by in the breeze. We stare at each other and cheesy grins broke out on our faces.
"Wow." I breathe.
"Yeah." Peter said.
And for now, that was enough."
