[ Claire looks down, rubbing her thumb over the gold band. She'd loved Frank, thought her love for him was as real and true and forever as love could ever be. She was a teenager, younger than Bree is now when she thought her entire life would be Frank Randall. ]

It isn't what I wanted.

[ Either to break Frank's heart (she did, it's fact, even before it's happened her younger version knows) or to ever go back and face him to break said heart. ]

Frank deserved better than he got. But I did love him. Still do, in a way. Just...a different way.