Is my life goal so wrong?

I want nothing more than to die, but not alone or in some grand dramatic way. I want the find the one, the person of my dreams, someone who’d let me see their soul and be just as eager to look into mine. I want to know them, love them, see them. I want them to know me, see me, love me. I want us to devote ourselves to each other, and only each other. Then, I want to die with them, and I don’t care how, as long as when we die it’s together. We’d be happy about it, we’d talk about it, we’d be scared about it, so many things at once. But we’d want it, and we’d be known as eternal lovers who didn’t let any burden of life get between them. I don’t believe in an afterlife, the same goes for any kind of rebirth. But the thought of finding someone worth dying with, then doing it, is something I won’t ever be able to put below any other goal in my life. Maybe I’ll grow old, find wealth, but wether it’s now or in 50 years, I know my desire won’t waver. I know I’m horrible at getting my thoughts across in a coherent way, but I’ll ask again anyways. Is that so bad?