Why can't people love us the way we love them?

Why can't people love us the way we love them? I think the answer is because they've never known what life was like without us, that they're scared of losing us, losing our love so they don't show us how vulnerable they are. I know that sometimes life doesn’t always go the way we want it to, that sometimes we lose people, but in my opinion we only lose people when the bond between two people isn't strong enough to stand the test of life nor the test of time. You’re probably thinking about a relationship in your life right now, because there are many different types of love but the type I'm talking about is the way I love my mother. From my unrepentant birth my mother and I have had a strained and complicated relationship but I can honestly say I love her more than she'll ever know. The last time I actually said I loved her was when I was little girl before I knew I was the reason her life ended up the way it did- ruined. At times my mother is like a best friend, I know I could tell her anything in the world and she would love me the same and there are other times when my mother is my worst enemy, I could tell her anything and she would use it against me, use it to break me down. She'll never know this but I can always tell when it'll be a good day or a bad day, I wake up and I always ask her what are you doing, if she tells me all the things she needs help with, it'll be a good day, if she doesn't answer me it'll be a bad day. But every day I look past her flaws and her weak moments and I see her sadness and I think she never gave up on me, she never stops trying, and she does something every day to show me she's sorry for the life we have, the relationship we have. But I'm also grateful for the way things worked out, I'm mature, I know who I am, I never get in trouble, I sort of feel like an old soul most of the time, while other nineteen year olds I know party their lives away, I stayed at home reading and writing and spending time with my family. But in short I can answer my own question, people (like my mother) who stay with you through thick and thin you fight through the bad times will always love you sometimes more than you love them. Maybe someday I can forgive all her mistakes; maybe someday I can forget all the bad memories. But for now I`m taking one day at a time.