Misunderstood // Billie Eilish

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billie and i have been back together for two weeks but it feels as if we were never apart.

there was no better feeling than being reunited with the one person who makes you feel whole.

it was a privilege to be able to fall asleep with her arms wrapped protectively around my side and somehow wake up with a pair of soft tits in my face.

the school year was officially over and it was the second day of summer break.

i couldn't be more thrilled to see what our future awaits.

i knew i was head over heels for her when i realized i'd follow her to the ends of the earth, if it meant i'd get to spend the rest of my years with her.

during the time where we were separated, there was a thought that scared the living hell out of me-- if we never got back together and i got into another relationship, i feared i wouldn't be able to love that person nearly as much as i loved billie.

she was the love of my life and nothing was going to change that.

the idea of that was equally comforting as it was terrifying.

i only got to have one soulmate in my entire lifetime... and it was her.

i'm lucky i found her so soon and didn't have to go through the trials and tribulations most people did.

meeting her at seventeen also meant i got to spend more time and create more memories with her, rather than meeting her at forty after two divorces.

i began to slowly awake to the sound of her talking-- actually quietly ranting.

we were cuddled up on our sides and her chin rested on top of my head, while my face was nuzzled in her chest.

thank god for the tank top she was wearing that exposed her cleavage.

obviously thinking i was still asleep, she spoke in a bit of a sad tone, getting some stuff off of her mind without the fear of being judged.

"i'm sorry," she began. "for making this past year so shitty for you. you deserved better and i wish i could've given that to you."

i felt her lean down to kiss the top of my head softly.

she sounded vulnerable and regretful.

honestly, i don't think she'll ever forgive herself for everything that she's done, but i have and she needed to know that.

i shuffled a little and looked up at her, her eyes were glassy.

curving a few strands of her behind her ear, i told her, "stop beating yourself up. i  forgive you and i want you to forgive yourself. i know it's hard but wanna forget the past and move on; focus on our  future."

her lips parted then closed quickly. it seemed like she wanted to argue and deny that she earned forgiveness, but instead, a small smile tugged on her lips before she suddenly ticked.

she sighed contently and although it appeared as if she had so much more to say, she only managed to blurt out, "i love you so fuckin' much it hurts,"

clutching her closer to me, i replied, "i love you too, billie" then snuggled back into her chest.

unable to resist myself, i gave the tops of her breast a singular kiss.

she smiled a little wider.

so i gave them another kiss.

...and then a few more, until i gladly rolled her on her back and tugged upwards on her white tank top.

damn.