I’m sorry, Circa. It wasn’t you–it was me. You were so flexible, so easy-going, and I took advantage of that, didn’t I? Can we make it work, you and I? Can I repair the damage, that broken trust? There’s still so much to do. You’re so well organized, and I? well, I still need you.
It’s just that this other notebook, you see, I need it too. Such a slim volume, with its creamy sheets. It’ll be discreet, I promise.
No, it’ll never be as forgiving as you. How could it? It’s so linear. It shows me all my flaws, my missteps. But it can also remember the moments of brilliance.
Can’t it?
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LOL, well-done! 😉
Beautiful. I know the feeling well. Repeatedly seduced by the Moleskine, but keep coming back to the dependable Circa.
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This is great 🙂
It’s so true. The romance of the moleskine constantly seduces me over the practicality of the circa. I, too, feel guilty for wanting them both so much.
I’m so glad I’m not alone in feeling this way, I started out with Moleskine and loved it but was drawn to Circa by the abitlity to move sheets around…but I have a brand new, never used Moleskine on my desk just begging to be used and I feel so conflicted! You’ve captured the way I feel quite well..