I Am.

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.