Don't believe

when I was a child, an old woman read my fortune. She told me that
the two freckles on my left palm would grow with time, till one day
they would mold into one.

And when that happens,she said, I would find my other with the same
mark on his right palm. Together, we would join hands, and with time,
we would become one.

Well, I found my other, and he had the same mark, except we never came
together.

Perhaps the gypsy should have told me that 'Meant to Be' is not the
same as 'Will be'.

Perhaps she should have understood that even if you find your other
half, he may not recognise you.

He may have a fetish for blonds.