"I can't write," you say, and I almost laugh because the way you say that, it's as if you think that writer's block is the worst thing in the world.

"I can't feel the words anymore. I want to write, I really do. I sit there at my computer and I have nothing to write about." Your eyes, as blue as the sky and as deep as the ocean, as cliché as that sounded, stare into my green ones, and you say, "Teach me how to write." Then, in a whisper; "Please."

How do you teach someone how to write?

How do you teach someone to be inspired?

"What do you see?" I ask.

You frown in confusion. "What do you mean?"

I gesture around us; "Tell me what you see."

You're still frowning at me, and you look like you think that I'm completely insane, but then you sigh. "I see the sky. I see the walls of the abandoned church. I see the dead leaves on the ground. I see a bird on that tree branch over there. I see that hammock that we never took down after the party. What do you see?"

I tilt my head back and take a deep breath, the chilled November air filling my lungs. "I see an endless blue ocean of infinity, stretching on forever. I see what was once a shelter, a place of worship, torn down by something none of us can control; I see broken promises, a destroyed refuge." I look down at the ground, covered with, as you said, dead leaves. "I see the promise of winter and the hints of cold months ahead. I see the fragile hope of life." I sound like a stupid, romantic idiot, but I ignore that. "I see the memory of new love." I turn to face you, and I add, "I see inspiration."

You smile, and all I can think of is how much I've missed this, missed us. How long has it been since we last talked like this? How long has it been since we truly faced our demons, faced ourselves?

You step closer, and my heart jumps into my throat.

I whisper, so softly I'm not sure if you heard it, "I miss you."

I want you to kiss me, more than I've ever wanted anything before.

"Eli," you mumble, and then pause. You bite your lip, and then you slowly continue. "I… I missed you too."

So you did hear me.

And I can't wait anymore. I move towards you, closing the distance between us. I kiss you, all of the feelings that I've been holding back for the past who knows how long dripping out of me, and at first you don't do anything. Your arms are hanging at your sides; your lips are frozen against mine.

And then, suddenly, you explode. Your body responds before you do, I think. You tangle your fingers in my hair and then you're kissing me back, and all I can feel is you.

This is all I want.

This is all I've ever wanted.

And I love you.

You're my inspiration.

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A/N: Don't ask.

Writer's block is a terrible thing.

I apologize for the horrible OOCness (not a word, I know) of this story. It's just something that's been in my head for a while and I had to write it down.

So… review?