Do they love me?

I wonder often about the people I love. My father, Baby Mausi, Puneet, Jayant, Shivani, Abhro, Surbhi, Ravi Chacha, Nikku Chacha, Buajis and others. I then ask myself a question (which is politically incorrect to ask though) that do they too love me to that extent? And i find that that no, they do not love me to that extent. They dont bother too much. They pretend to know that I am okay. They pretend to know that I can do without them. This goes to a higher degree with my friends because the relatives still face the social compulsion to enquire about the well being. But the rest are with me till I make an effort to be with them. The day I become incapable of putting that effort, they will totally abandon me. I am not even sure whether they will take out time to come for my cremation when I die. Probably they will send the messages of disbelief and despair on their mobiles among themselves and think that they are done.
Quite horrible it sounds. But it is true.
I wish I have a life partner who pledges to BE with me in all hardships and all celebrations. One who is by my side while I die in peace holding her hand. But alas I dont find any such person around. All I find is a bunch of self engrossed, self obsessed and selfish bunch of people who are never ready to come close to my heart. Maybe there are exceptions but God only knows what lies beneath them.
So be it!