Just Another Night of Nothing Special

I’m usually good at pretending like it’s okay when we go home alone after a date. But tonight I couldn’t fake the smile. He seemed just as relieved to be leaving me with my cat and some leftover pasta. We’ve been dating casually, but there’s this silent tension that feels more like waiting for something else. There hasn’t even been a kiss yet, let alone anything more. Maybe he’s waiting for fireworks or maybe I’m the only one who feels this pull towards something deeper. Anyone else out there ever feel that way and not know what to do? Am I just being too clingy?