I bought my first moleskine a long time ago. It sat on a self for years and then one day I opened it up and poured my soul into it. I was in a relationship with a girl I didn't understand (and still don't) and the moleskin was the journal to my progress of figuring her out. Of course I was doomed from the start, there was nothign to figure out past the notion that  it wasn't meant to be.