Truth is always better than lies. The comfort someone gets from the cuddling sweet words is nothing of weight if it’s evident in actions that the comforting poetry is just lies. The way it was spoken is different from what’s done, so how can the confirmation of one’s feelings be verified. I’d rather be hurt with the truth, brutal and honest that gives a certain peace of mind; than be comforted with words opposite of what the action says. For when we rely on only what we’re comfortable at, we tend to have the paranoia brought by what lies behind.