Black Spots

We are all born with a pitch black spot. They appear in various places on different people. Mine happens to be on my left arm, right in the middle of it. My mother always says, "What a distinct place yours is." Hers is now a splotch of colour on her right palm. She shook my father's hand when they first met and the black turned to excitement within a blink of an eye. I, however, haven't found my soulmate, it almost makes me feel naked. I go day to day on the brim of my seat wondering if this is the day. But it never is. Until today, I had the color, I had met my soulmate, but I don't know if I'll ever see him again.