And everyone in that community knew I loved them. Otherwise why would I have even bothered? Love isn't sycophancy. If anything it is the opposite: truth; honesty; respect. The first words Betsy ever said to me, and you can ask her if you don't believe me, were "You're doing it wrong!" and I LOVED THAT SO MUCH. I still do, actually.
In fact, the people who do love you are precisely the ones who will tell you when you're doing it wrong. Everyone else either doesn't care about you at all, or has already written you off as a total loss. You want love? Put in the effort. That's love.