The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.
Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.
Sometimes the truth has difficulty breaching the city walls of our beliefs. A lie, dressed in the correct livery, passes through more easily.
The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.
It is permissible to be the god of your own metaphors.
However strenuously the world pulls us apart, however long the absence, we are not changed for being dashed upon the rocks. I knew you then, I know you now, I shall know you again when you come home.