Days later...

"All right! What a shot!" Mark exclaimed jumping up from his bed and cheering along with the crowd on the television. "Can you believe that? One second left in

overtime and Michael Jordan nails it all the way from across the court! Amazing! Did you see that, Dennis?"

But his question was met with silence.

"Dennis?"

Still more silence.

"Hey!" Mark yelled, startling his roommate.

"What?" Dennis asked, looking up from his book.

"What's with you, man?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dennis said.

"I'm talking about you acting so weird." Mark said.

"What do you mean? There's nothing wrong with me."

"Oh really? Well, let's see... You're missing classes, you hardly study... Oh, and you've been in this dorm room so much that I doubt you've seen an ounce of

sunlight in days!"

"So who made you the weather God?" Dennis retorted, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"I've been to more classes than you have. Now that's weird. I thought you wanted to be some great piano-ist."

"Pianist." David corrected.

"Whatever." Mark said. "The point is-."

"The point is that it's none of your business!" Dennis said.

"Come on! We've been friends since we started here at Yale. Why won't you just tell me what's going on?" Mark asked.

"It's nothing! I just..."

"It's Betsy, isn't it?"

Dennis looked away. Mark knew him too well.

"I knew it. What happened? You guys have a fight or something?"

"Actually... Yes." Dennis sighed.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Amanda and I fight all the time! It's no big-."

"We broke up." Dennis said abruptly.

"Oh man..." Mark said, putting a hand on Dennis' shoulder. "Gee, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"She said she was tried of us dating and needs a commitment." Dennis said.

"How long has it been again?"

"Two years. But that's hardly-."

"Yeah, I know. But chicks don't want to wait around, you know? They want to make sure they're taken care of."

Dennis climbed off his bed and paced the room. "She wouldn't even listen to reason!"

"What does reason have to do with anything?"

"Well, I've got commitments, like school! How can I concentrate on school and music if I add a wife into the equation?"

"You love her, don't you?"

"Well of course I do! Betsy is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me. I love her more than I thought it was possible to love anyone! And it's all thanks to

you."

Mark grinned. "Thanks, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, what are you waiting for? Just marry her, man! You know you want to!"

"I do, but... I'm just not ready."

"When are you going to be ready? A year? Two? Dennis, believe me... She's not going to wait forever."

"I don't want to lose her. I just..."

"Come on, man! Just do it! Look. I have to get to class but trust me on this. If you love her enough, you'll have no regrets about marrying her." He patted Dennis on

the back before grabbing his books and walking out the door.

"Thanks." Dennis said as the door closed, leaving him alone in the dorm room.

Deep in thought, he walked over to the window and stared out at the gorgeous sunny sky. Could he really do this? Just turn his life upside down and get married?

He loved Betsy... That much was certain, and he couldn't imagine life without her. Even his music, which was his passion, wasn't as important to him anymore. He just

couldn't get her out of his mind.

And then suddenly he knew what to do... because he felt it in his heart.