Violet - Violet is a colour I associate with her. It's rich and beautiful and as a piece of fabric has ripples and shades that give it a depth no other colour has. She is like that as well - seemingly one thing on the outside but with ripples of depth that no one suspects till they get up close. Not many do. I've been one of the fortunate ones to know her well enough to see some of those ripples but even still some of them she's always kept so close to her heart that no one will ever see them. She is deep and dark and full of hidden meanings that will forever remain a mystery ... which is what makes her so appealing.

Indigo - Intense, bright, vividly alive, just like her. No one can say she didn't live. She may screw up, and frequently does, but she does it with flair. She lives completely, wholeheartedly for the moment, shining as brightly in victory as she does in defeat. Sometimes I think maybe I should be more like her ... if only I could. Overthinking, always choosing the safe option may be the wiser way but though I may live to be much older than she did, when the end of my life comes I will honestly be able to admit I didn't really live, except when I was with her.

Blue - The colour of my soul without her. Many consider it a good colour - cool, dispassionate, logical... not prone to outbursts of emotion - just like me. What people don't realize is that blue is the colour of the ocean - deep, dark and unfathomable, just like my feelings for her are and always will be. No one understands them, even me. But they're there, as unending as the relentless current of the ocean, always pushing and pulling me back and forth between life and love.

Green - Her eyes always shine like pure-cut emeralds when she's happy. Sometimes they're hazel, sometimes they're almost brown but when they're true green and laughing it makes the rock that beats in my chest want to burst into life. Her smile is wide and beautiful but it's nothing when her eyes don't match it, sparkling with the pure joy of living.

Yellow - Flaxen-blonde hair,softer than silk, streams down her back in the sunlight. Her presence warms like the Caprican summer sun. Her mere presence warms and brightens our lives, though she thinks so little of herself. There isn't a person's life she hasn't touched in a way that they'll never forget. She's like an angel walking among us briefly, her steps, light though they are, making indelible marks in our lives.

Orange - I have never seen her look so beautiful - sitting in the orange-red glow of the memorial candles, pondering on death and life. In grief, in sadness, she's even more beautiful. The warm glow of the candlelight licks her cheeks and shadows her eyes, regret visible in them like a beacon. She's like a shadow already, not gone but preparing herself for the journey ahead. She has a beauty all her own - not all men would agree with me but I've always considered her the most beautiful woman I've ever known.

Red - Fiery, passionate ... given to bursts of wild emotion. Unconsciously she inspires emotions and feelings in people - flaming hatred, intense, burning desire ... you love her or you hate her, no in-betweens. For some love and hate are two sides of the same coin. I've always loved her and hated her simultaneously. Or maybe it's just myself I hate for being too cautious to step into the fire and allow her heat to consume me completely. She is like a fire burning bright, searing herself into my soul in a way no one has ever done before or will again.