The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.
The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.
Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.
My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.
Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.
Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.