When is love most potent?

Is it at its first blush, or tenderized by years of experience? Is it deep and complicated, or simple and clean?

For my fiance', I'm his first and last love. For me, he's my second love after many failed attempts at forming decent relationships. Our friends say that we're both smitten silly and disgustingly cute.



"< "The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid." > --Anonymous