I have been

                     honestly mistaken

enthusiastically misled

                                               dramatically incorrect

heartbreakingly disappointing

                a burst of delight

                                                            clueless in the extreme

and always loved

       by the poor sots on this tour bus next to me

how do I know I’m loved?

I don’t.

I feel it . . . in their kindnesses and caring . . .

Love is always part verb and part noun . . . emphasis on the verb.

I felt love

. . . as I was allowed to remain on the bus even though I was making little to no sense, 

for most, 

for some

for most or some of the time

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