Guilty, and not.
I don't think of people as "things," so I don't consider attachments to them to be 'too much,' one way or another - only wise, or unwise. But I have grown overly attached to things: when my Mini-me was much smaller, she got into my jewelry box, and decided to wear a small diamond ring that was my mother's. Of course she lost the ring, heaven alone knows where, and I was so angry I made my already guilty Mini-me cry even harder. I have never felt like such a complete shit, before or since. The ring was a dear keepsake, but nothing in this world compares to her, or her happiness.
Guilty or not, you have lied to someone's face, looked them right in the eye, because you were too ashamed to admit a truth?