For my life, I had a great plan. I'd marry my high school sweetheart - we'd have the white picket fence, 2 kids, and a golden retriever. I would be a famous journalist. It would be perfect. Of course, this dream started when I was playing jump-rope with Todd Wilkins, and you know how that went. Through high school there was plenty Liz and Todd, Todd and Liz - I tried a little variety in my life with Jeff and Conner - those were some good times - but somehow, I always ended up with Todd - again. It was the same way in college. On again, off again - Todd couldn't deal with the fact that I didn't want to take our relationship to what he considered the "next logical step". Somehow, deep down, the spark was gone. And, secretly, I was glad. I met Tom Watts, and a couple of what could be considered psychos. Yeah, those were great relationships. There have been others since then - but no one that was just right. And today, I'm going back to Sweet Valley for a wedding - Todd Wilkin's wedding. And it's not just Todd's wedding, it's Megan Sandbourne's wedding. And, you know what? I'm okay with that.