God is dead and so is Easter.

A few years ago, I met the most beautiful person I've ever met. He changed my life and I loved him more than I probably ever will anyone else. The night we met, he called me when I was driving home from work (Virgin Records at that time) and asked me if I wanted to join him and his roommate at their Easter party when Easter rolled around...The invitation was sweet, but even sweeter was the fact that Easter was more than a month away. Now every Easter I think about that. I think about the innocence of our beginning, the beauty of our peak and more depressingly, I think about our bitter end. I think about how life-changing our relationship was, even though we never actually knew eachother. Most of all I think of how terribly sad it is that we can't even be in the same room together anymore after what was without question the most meaningful and thought provoking period in my life.

It's hard to believe that Easter is here again when I'm looking at a mini snow storm through my window. That's all Easter ever is for me now, really; a snowy blur. Much like that relationship, the snow is beautiful to look at from inside, where I'm safe and warm, but very, very dangerous if I step too close into its chaos without the proper equipment. Vulnerability is a bitch.

It started out with Communication. It evolved into Couldn't Care Less. Now the Cardigans are leaving the stage and giving the floor to a melancholy (yet hopeful) Nina Simone.
This one's for you, Jacob. For what we had and what we lost.