Ciao, My Colleen

Marco described himself as a masochist for going to Colleen's wedding. Their buddies would have understood if he had chosen not to. He had really wanted to see Colleen on her wedding day despite feeling hurt at the mere sight of her. He know when to give up but it was just hard form him to do so.  The band started playing, signifying the start of the wedding party's arrival. He tried to grin despite the fact that his heart was racing. Colleen got what she wanted, he thought to himself, to walk down the aisle while piano played. While he was gasping for air, struggling to keep his breathing steady, I Marco Orsini, am definitely a sucker for punishments. He realized that what people he said about the moment before one final dies was true; that everything that happened  to you throughout your life would come flashing back to you. Attending Colleen's wedding would be my final atonement for everything I 'd done to her, Marcos told himself. Should I cry? No. Even if I wanted to, I knew that Colleen would get mad at me if I did. It was her special day, their special day. I wouldn't want to ruin this perfect day for them. The color red reminded him of her. Marco used to enjoy assigning colors to people he considered fascinating as a way to pass the time in college days. Blue is reserved for serious ones Yellow is for the happy and cheerful ones Green is a color that represents for friendly and down to earth Brown for people who are open minded  Gray was reserved for individuals he couldn't comprehend. He created color wheel of personality to help him sort out and understand people around him. It was pretty easy for him to assign colors since he primarily based them on his first impressions, and because colorful people tend to gravitate toward him. He was relatively popular in LDCU, after all.