well not for me...

the love I had for my parents was partly determination, in spite of considerable obstacles;
their love for me was extremely conditional;
the love for a friend includes a certain sameness, sameness of viewpoint maybe, which I certainly didn't have with my parents...

and I don't know that I "love" my T. Great respect, and liking, yes, but love?
There are times I think I would like really her to be a friend, but when I stop to think about it, although we have some things in common we are such very different characters that I doubt very much she has (or would want) a friend like me.