all my gates are closed

 it was curiosity, of trying to know you, after i heard so much of you. in the car on the way to the venue through the rain, i ran in with wet hair and searching eyes. people filled every space and i stood on my tiptoes in hopes it help me find you. moving past people with 'sorrys' and 'excuse mes' i found you there. sitting by the wooden tables with eyes glued on the band. I fixed my wet hair quickly. seeing me through the crowd you smiled and stood up. and with open arms you held me close.