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Dear Change, You are a slippery thing. My halfhearted attempts at catching you are over, or at least I'd like to think. For a while, there truly were obstacles keeping us apart. These obstacles, I cannot mention, because they have been revoked of their voice. They now hover, voiceless and powerless, somewhere in the ether. Without them in the way, the opportunity of our marriage is viable, though elusive. I've been with Habit for so long now. We've grown comfortable, complacent. Our relationship has worked so well for these few years, we really wonder if what you have to offer is worth the risk of coming between us. The old adage goes something like "If it's not broken, don't fix it.", right? If something is fixed, it's inert, and wouldn't being denoted as fixed imply that at one point it was broken? The break I desire is you. Hope to See You Soon, Christopher Kristiansen