Yes, you met him first. You've kissed him first...touched him first. You met a boy whom you thought was the one.
He met me. Kissed me next...touched me. Just the same, for me he's the one.
The only difference is...
For him, I am the one.
So stop blaming me for whatever it is you've lost. I have never met you, nor will I ever want to.
Stop bitchin', pack it up, go away.
Grow up.
Move on.
Let go.