Prosaic Soul of Yours

I am dull and you are not. I am ordinary and you are not. We were young but we know what's inside us. We were on a state of euphoria that day. You made me feel that I was on the seventh heaven. But it vanished when we went back to the city. You gave me reasons to assume that you liked me too. You gave me reasons to like you more, no, scratch that. You gave me thousands of reasons to love you more. But why did you left me hanging? You left without telling me why. Maybe it wasn't my soul that's prosaic. Maybe it was you. That prosaic soul of yours..