Lies aren’t always bad.

“Do you care about me?”

I could have been honest and said no. Well, not no in the literal sense, but in the sense that the question was derived. You see, being the analytical minded person that I am, I knew she meant in the romantic sense or loving sense. Not in the sentiment that one would care for any fellow human. Because, the answer was just that, I care no more for her than any other person.

But what was my answer?

“Yes,” of course.  I don’t know if the lie went detected or if it mattered for that matter.  I think that was all she wanted to hear anyhow.  The manner in which she would provide me with all types of unwarranted affection assured me of it