I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.
Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.
Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.
The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.
I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.
Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.