I knew that I was lying at the time.
I did it anyway.
You needed to hear it.
I needed not to speak the truth out loud.
I knew that eventually things would feel OK.
I’m glad that they do.
You didn’t want me to be honest at that time.
You can admit it.
Occasionally the natural greyness of indifference and distance bothers me.
But, if you ask?
I’ll lie about that too.