[Instead of studying for the English AP, I'm going to write. It seemed only fair.]

He didn't ask for the blue of his eyes or the brown of his hair. He never begged for his fair complexion or his strong shoulders. He didn't ask for the flirts, the crushes and the lovers. All he asked for was to be human - to be worthy of the blue of his eyes, the brown of his hair, the fairness of his skin, the strength of his shoulders.

Yet he ended up getting so much more than he wanted, so much more than he needed.

The signs weren't so obvious at the beginning; he wasn't unobservant or vain. But, slowly and surely, the kind, offhanded compliments given by the parents of his friends and his elementary school teachers devolved into sneaky and seductive comments from one person or another. First some girl in the hallway, then some woman working at Express, then - worst 0f all - his own best friend.

And, like he said, the signs weren't so obvious at the beginning.

[Okay I can't do it. Not working out. : ( ]