Can’t Move On, Can’t Say Goodbye

Wise words indeed, from the Beatles.

I feel paralysed. Nicole is sweet and charming, and, of course, gorgeous, but Anna needs me. I don’t know how to explain it. Nicole is like… a really tasty wine Jell-O. But still, Jell-O. She doesn’t always understand me, either.

Anna, on the other hand, is so amazing that I sometimes feel a little intimidated by her. But she understands me. She’s like creme brulee… definitely not Jell-O.

Anna needs someone now, more than ever. I don’t know how she’s going to get through this. She made me promise not to tell John and Leng about her daughter yet, but how long can she keep this charade up?

I wish I could decide. And I wish things weren’t so complicated.

Do I want Jell-O or creme brulee?