You were so beautiful when you were yelling at me.

Everyone else thought you were frigid, inaccessible, emotionless. Mostly, they were right. No one got in or saw you upset. You didn’t need anyone’s shoulder to lean on. Professional.

You tried to be that way with me. But no, I was far too infuriating, making clumsy mistakes, getting under your skin, poking and prodding-

And then, finally, one night, you snapped at me. You let everything out, in a quick rush of anger. For the first time, out of anyone, I saw you.

You were angry.

And I loved you.