I love myself.

Treat it as a verb and it gets more tractable. You don't have to feel a warm rush toward yourself.

You have to feed the person, get them to bed at a reasonable hour, and stop insulting them at midnight about things that happened in 2019.

Feelings can't be ordered. Conduct can. And conduct is what people actually mean when they say someone was loved well: not that they were adored in the abstract, but that they were looked after.

The strange part is how often the feeling follows the conduct rather than the other way round.