I agree that the monster wants love from Frankenstein. Frankenstein is his creator, his parent. Like any child, the creature craves a parent's love and acceptance.
Instead, he meets with rejection. Frankenstein has single-mindedly pursued his obsession with creating life out of dead bodies parts but has never bothered to imagine how the living creature would appear. When it does spring to life, Frankenstein is appalled and abandons his creation.
Ironically, Frankenstein has already told with approval the story of the love his own parents lavished on him:
My mother’s tender caresses and my father’s smile of benevolent pleasure while regarding me are my first recollections. I was their plaything and their idol, and something better—their child, the innocent and helpless creature bestowed on them by Heaven, whom to bring up to good, and whose future lot it was in their hands to direct to happiness or misery, according as they fulfilled their duties towards me.
Frankenstein is utterly unable to replicate that love for his own creation and so "directs ...misery" to him. Not able to find affection from his "parent," the creature seeks an alternative vessel for his affection. Frankenstein finally agrees to create a woman so that the monster will not be utterly alone but then, in horror, destroys her.
At this point, the monster wishes that Frankenstein experience the anguish that he has felt and so kills those who Frankenstein loves. If the creature cannot have his creator's love, he wants his hate. In this, he succeeds. Frankenstein says of the monster:
My abhorrence of this fiend cannot be conceived. When I thought of him I gnashed my teeth, my eyes became inflamed, and I ardently wished to extinguish that life which I had so thoughtlessly bestowed. When I reflected on his crimes and malice, my hatred and revenge burst all bounds of moderation.