Ghosts Of Girlfriends Past -

He put down the glass, smoothed his tuxedo, and started walking toward the one woman who knew exactly who he was—and was still waiting to see if he’d finally grow up.

"She’s the only reason you’re here tonight," Allison said, her voice softening. "She’s the only one who didn't let you break her, which is why you’re so terrified of her." "I'm not terrified," Connor lied, his voice cracking. Ghosts of Girlfriends Past

The park faded. Connor was back at the bar, the ice in his scotch long melted. Across the room, Jenny was laughing at something the groom said. She looked up, her eyes meeting his. For the first time in his life, Connor didn't think about his exit strategy. He put down the glass, smoothed his tuxedo,

"Melanie," Connor whispered. "I told her I had a family emergency." The park faded

He froze. Standing beside him was Allison Vandermeersh. She looked exactly as she did in 1989—frizzy hair, braces, and a "Save the Whales" t-shirt. She was his first heartbreak, or rather, the first heart he broke.