I can't say it right now.
I care about him. I miss him. (The old him - the him that cherished me when when I was pregnant with our son, the him that overcame his shyness and obtained his Master's degree, the him that melted me with his kisses and the him that I could laugh so hard with I'd have happy tears running down my face.)
I wish he would turn things around and get healthy and have a wonderful life. I truly want only the best for his future. I just know I can't be part of it. But is that love? I don't think so.