there was a boy in a dress with a microphone in his hands

I often long for that feeling. That feeling i had when i was in college. When suddenly, in a moment, i realized i was beautiful. That beauty wasn't perky noses and blond hair and big boobs and handsome boyfriends. Sure, those things were beautiful in their own right. I realized that beauty was in everybody. Every single person i passed on campus, the people i laughed with in pubs, the people on the bus. Every single one of them. Beautiful.
And life after that moment? Became magical. The magic was boys and beer and walking across the college lawns knowing that i was wrapped up, engulfed in the freedom of sexuality. That i could be loved, i could flirt, i could turn a head with just one look, in just the right way. I felt completely free. Free, as it happens, to be me.
The first time i saw him he was up on top of a picnic table reciting poetry to a group of girls wrapped up in wonderlust. He was tall and thin and wore black hair and a black leather jacket. He was a little bit bad and a lot good. I knew at that moment that one day i would kiss that artsy boy.
It took almost an entire year. Finally we ended up in the same creative writing class. We spent an entire semester flirting through words. Writing poems about/to each other without letting on that both of us knew the end of the story. We knew this would end with a kiss.
And my god, that kiss. That kiss was like all the stars exploding in my head. I'd never wanted another mouth like i wanted that one or worked so hard to get it planted on mine.
And those years we spent together in college and university and crappy little apartments. Walking at midnight, visiting seedy bars in the mornings, making out in bathrooms, spending days on end in and out of bed. Laughing and telling all the little stories and the big ones too, chain smoking, knowing/ feeling like we were the only ones in the world.
Those years? Those are the years i sometimes miss. I hope my kids have those years, that magical experience before you actually become a grown up.