I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself?

I don't. I have a job now that's helping me gain some kind of self-respect. It's strange - things are slowly falling into place, which is great?  

Love is an odd notion. I do adore him, I really do. I find myself thinking about him all of the time. Considering that I spent most of the nineties single, it's an odd notion. I want us to be together, but is it too soon? Am I still in mourning?  Am I jumping in feet first?  Personally, I don't feel as though I am. 

We both have our faults, but the feelings are strong.