Lies.

They're so much easier to deal with. I'm happier this way. It makes sense in my head, you go while I'm away and I'll just keep believing you'll come back. I know you wont but I'll keep the possibility that you may return tomorrow in my head. It'll keep me happy. People will ask me how we are and I'll reply "Just fine thank you," but they know something's wrong. So do I.

But I'm that sort of lunatic.