I love my Bucky, with every fiber of my being, like he was from my own womb. There is no doubt in me that your version of me felt the same way. But it's been five years since the Island, and I don't know who you are anymore. And can you say you love me? Can you say you did whenever Miguel swapped my Bucky for you?
I can easily admit that I was very unfair to you, but none of the gestures you made screamed 'you're my mom' to me.