Love supplies the charitable explanation.

Love fills in the generous interpretation.

Love looks at the small cold moment and says, he’s just tired, he’s just stressed, he didn’t mean it that way, and moves on, because love does not want to see, and a person who does not want to see a thing is remarkably capable of not seeing it, even when it is standing in front of her.

Julian did not deceive me because I was a fool.

He fooled me because I loved him, and because he understood that my love would explain him away faster than he could ever have hidden himself.

The mask he wore for eight years was not really his own doing.