Lost Between Today And Tomorrow, One Day At A Time, No Future

In my freshman year at college I met a grad student. She was going to become a Nurse Practitioner. We became close friends and I found her to be my confidant. It was her I told that I thought I was a lesbian. Her reaction was not what I expected. You tell yourself that you are not a lesbian, never was never will be. With an additional warning, that is a oath of sorrow.

I fell in love with her, and she fell in love with me.

Being a lesbian is a difficult path, a path of sorrow. She is a nurse practitioner, I am a social worker. Somehow, we stumbled along. Where is tomorrow, what is our future?