I don't trust people who say they love everybody. Love isn't that bland. Love is not pablum, but wine.
And why should I love everybody? Where does the 'should' come from?
I don't want my love to lose its juiciness, its intimate anointing touch. I don't want to love All, but Thou.
When love becomes a moral law, it dies. Constrained by duty, the heart cannot melt. Therefor, I have no duty to love you.
Love is a sacred gift, not a commandment. No one commands a gift. Love is stronger stuff than law, flowing from a dark mystery, aged in the wine cellar of my body.