Over the last couple of years, I too gave up on the idea of finding a “meant for me” type of person that I could share my own mountains of love with. My solution was a bit like yours at first, I was intoxicated by the idea of love even when I knew that I would never experience the REAL thing for myself.

Eventually, I realized that the only way to find happiness in life worth sticking around for was to lower the bar. So I convinced myself that close friendship was the peak of love, meaning my friends have in-turn become “my everything.”
I treat them all like I would, for that “meant for me” type. It’s probably not healthy nor is it (probably) the best solution, but it’s worked quite well for opening the door from the dark room where I too danced alone.

Fred Thomas PHI 317: Existentialism