If I find someone I am able to call friend, someone I am willing to let see the real me, someone who doesn’t run away screaming into the hills at the first true glimpse of the chaos that makes up an aspergical mind, then I may consider them a friend and so, would have no qualms about telling them I love them.
However, love is subjective, I love a pet, my mother and a lover equally, but not in the same ways (thank heaven), I think love is having gotten used to someone/ thing being around all the time, when its/ they are gone, you miss them!
Using that ideal, I can love a TV show and miss it when it’s axed, I can love a male friend and not want to sleep with him, I can love a quick jog through the park… my point is, that I believe that in today’s lexicon love and lust are intermingled and the proper love you see in films, say, when a soldier is dying of a fatal wound and his buddy puts pressure on it and says “don’t you die on me man, I love you”, that’s the one you mean here and I have no hesitation saying it. Now ask me if people are willing to hear it… that’s a different question! I really do think it does mean something else now, am I right?
I think you should be able to say it to anyone you consider deserves it!