Do you think about me?
Because I think about you. Every day. Every day for the last five years.
Every fucking day, sun comes up, I think your name, I wonder where you are.
Used to be I wondered about how you were in heaven. Cuz you would’ve gone to heaven, don’t gimme back chat on that, okay, its true. You would’ve been singing baritone in the heavenly choir and yeah, sometimes that’s what I thought about. Mostly I just sat there, remembering your face. Remembering–going back over–
I knew–I know things wouldn’t have happened how they happened if I’d jumped after you. I can’t say for sure if we would’a stopped the Red Skull–or rather if Peggy would’ve.