In Britain, we rarely say it outright.
We say "text me when you're home." We say "you didn't have to" while clearly delighted that you did. We put the kettle on without asking, because we already know how you take it. We stand at a bus stop with a near-stranger and agree that it's a bit grey out, and somehow that counts as warmth too.
Love here travels sideways. It arrives in small, practical gestures rather than grand declarations. Which is exactly why a friendship bracelet makes so much sense to a British gift-giver. It says the big thing without making anyone stand up and hear a speech about it.