Newly married Peaches Geldof is 19 and thinking it will last forever.
I have a confession to make, I almost did a Peaches.
I was 20, in love and in Vegas.
I said, 'Let's get married.'
He said, 'I'm not drunk enough.'
My heart sunk. That wasn't romantic. We were meant to be Clarence and Alabama (have you seen True Romance?) and have a kid called Elvis.
But now, ten or more years down the line, I am so pleased he didn't walk me up the aisle in the little chapel of shattered dreams in Vegas.
When I met him, I felt like my senses had been awakened. So this is what poetry is all about? This is what everyone is talking about, this tortured feeling, this not being able to eat, this wanting him inside me every second of the day and wanting to crawl into his skin so I could be closer to him. If I could have slept with my lips attached to his breathing only his air, I would have.
We left Vegas, unmarried and carried on our road trip. By the time we got to Texas, we were almost over. I'd found out he was arranging a huge 21st birthday party. Only I wasn't invited. His ex girlfriend was. We stayed together for another six months until I walked in on him with another girl.
So, I look at Peaches and think, I'm so glad I didn't do it (especially when I see piccies of my ex on Facebook now). She will find out in her own time that at 19, you don't know it all, and what seems a good idea, well, five years later could just be plain embarrassing for all concerned (ask Britney Spears).
Of course, I hope I'm wrong. How nice it would be if Peaches and Max do grow old together and have the fairy tale marriage. I just know that it would never have worked for me and my Vegas boy, because true love isn't about feeling tortured, not eating and having sex all the time.
Love is about lots of things, like commitment, trust, getting through, sharing the ups and the downs, having children together, getting through the mundane and still trying to have sex all the time...