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.
