Hurray for Cynicism!

Can it be said that people are made for each other? That one can complete another? To my experience, no. True love is a farce. You can love your family and friends but once you try for a relationship, for a marriage, it all seems to go to shit. It becomes an endless series of compromises and regrets until neither one feels like they can be themselves anymore. Maybe it's that they eventually don't even know who that is. Some of these relationships last because neither wants to go through the effort of completely uprooting their lives for the sake of finding a new happiness. Perhaps I'm strange because I have no interest in finding a romantic relationship now, in the near future, or ever really. I just don't see the point in it. Everyone is worried about finding "sparks" between them and another, but what they fail to acknowledge is that sparks turn into fires and all fires eventually burn out.