eyes of a million

hushed word and hurried looks, all directed at him.

the man standing center stage.

the cold mask he wore, bore through thousands of lives, as silence faded to chanting.

they were yelling his name,

a smile broke out, a face as fake as the last,

but this time there was no hint of hate.

he loved every single person in the crowd,

he loved being an idol and changing lives.

he hated the fame

the burden he carried through it.

things like,

he could never get married,

his managers feared losing his “bachelor” appeal

he could hardly go home,

and he feared his friends safety.

as the worries piled high

he couldn’t escape,

he was in the eyes of a million,

until his eyes caught another,

with his back pressed against a wall,

a smaller figure boxing him in.

until his phone rang,

and the boy ran away,

taking his breath with him.

he was in the eyes of one,

the eyes that found him on the street,

and had asked his name,

as the pair hid away,

one from fame,

the other from family,

he fell in love that day,

and hour later, they were engaged.