You never gave me a reason.
The anger was there. I could see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. But the cause was in me and there's parts of yourself that are impossible to see, that can only be seen by reflection.
On the way home I drove under a bridge and saw a bird. It was soaring upward as though it had just been released from captivity, only to find it was trapped by the underside of the bridge, unaware that freedom was only a wingspan away.