'Til Death Do Us Part?

There are 6 billion people in this world and counting. Through some antique, brainwashing technique, humans tend to believe that instead, it should be seen as though this world is inhabited by 3 billion premature or undiscovered or already progressing romances. I'm speaking of soulmates of course. For some reason, humanity is supposed to be walking about in hopes of finding their life partner, their "better half". I have a new theory. We were not all born as figurative siamese twins, stabbed and connected at the head with Cupid's arrow and then separated at God's will in order to play an amusing game of hide and seek with one another that lasts a lifetime. Love exists, soulmates, however, do not. Which brings me to my next point: marriage is a sham. The idea that you can be with someone for the rest of your life and equally love them for better or for worse until death is ridiculous. You will never love your partner the same way you did as when you heard those 3 words uttered from their mouth for the first time. Unfortunately, "I love you" becomes a common, boring phrase after time, seen more as a verbal re-assurance of commitment as opposed to a permanent emotional connection. That, much like most other actions, promises, words and hopes, disappear with time, as soon as they are admitted. The blissful period of getting to know your hopeful "soulmate" fades. Flowers become scentless, phone calls become duties, time spent together becomes repetitive, promises are just what they essentially are: words. Nothing in life is permanent. Marriage is just a relationship on paper, but once the paper is charred, it becomes more difficult to rescue and in turn, impossible to save without it remaining mutilated. You can only recycle and start from scratch. Marriage complicates emotions since it seems like permanence in a world where there is none.