She stuck with me after I came back.

I don't really want to get into the accident.  It's pretty self-explanatory.  I was a kid thankfully, so I'm not cursed with having the memory I do now.  Things changed, I changed, that's just how something like that works.

When I came back, Megan was still with me.  Our relationship was still only what could be expected of kids in 1st grade, hell we were like 7 years old so I hope you're taking my use of "relationship" and "romance" with the proper age appropriate grain of salt.  Anyway.

At least as far as I could see, nothing had changed between us.  During school, I was allowed to have one person accompany me through the halls, I was given actual permission to have Megan with me for 7 hours a day.  She used to push me around school while I held our books.

I contend that even to this day, that simple act is one of the most intimate connections I've ever experienced with another human.

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