You wish things had ended differently. That she would have done more, that you could have done less. You just want things to have been different.
You wouldn’t have said what you had said if you knew how things were going to go. Sure, you felt it, and she eventually said it back, but it wasn’t the same after that.
To you, the words “I love You,” might as well be a knife to thé throat of your relationships.
You kill all the beautiful things in your life and are left lost with the remains that no amount of resuscitation can breathe new life into.
Maybe it’s better that way.