Indeed. People who seek an objective meaning of life would be disappointed if that meaning turned out to be anything other than what they already wanted it to be in the first place. What if the purpose of reality was to maximize the amount of yellow things in existence? Or the purpose was to allow velociraptors to evolve, and now it's just coasting on inertia after having finished that millions of years ago.
Cliche, but love is the only thing that feels good and worthwhile 100% of the time. Excitement, thrills, ambition, sensory pleasure, all of these and everything else feel wasted or actively negative if you're not in the right context for them. But there's never a time that a genuine feeling of shared love feels bad, whether you're in the best or worst or most random situation.
Might sound like a cop out, but I'd argue that any love that does feel bad is actually more desire than love. Just my take, but I know philosophers have much more thought out ones.
God created all the cool shit in the universe only to go, syke you're either going to heaven or hell no exploring the cosmos with fellow man, good or bad