I think about chocolate chip pancakes and French toast, about Borat imitations, about guitars, about the Sweetheart Tree, about song recordings at Everard’s studio, about my 19th birthday. I think about band practice and vada paos, about struggling to hit that note, about sneakily smoking en route, about skits at camp, about sign language, about songs I was introduced to, about the many breakfasts. I think about all the movies that were downloaded on demand, about Coffee Jar, about the bike ride to the mandir one morning, about all the teasing, about all the love. I think about core group fights, about silly good morning messages, about driving to Nea's house to collect a red Scooty Pep, about all the little moments and memories that I can't recall now but will over time.
And I smile. Just like I always will. I love you, Jakey. And I will remember you.
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