Mihaela Fileva - Приливи и отливи (Prilivi i otlivi) (Romanized)
The central declaration that, despite the uncertainty, she is "not afraid to love".
She watched the waves. Love, she realized, wasn't a steady heartbeat; it was the tide. It was the way he pulled her in until she was breathless, and the way he retreated just as quickly, leaving her alone with the "rhythmic thoughts" of what used to be.
The world was painted in the soft, hazy light of a fading afternoon as she stood at the edge of a shoreline that felt more like a memory than a place. Every step she took felt like walking on thin ice—a delicate balance between staying and letting go.
The metaphor of "walking on thin ice," representing the risk and fragility of emotional intimacy.
"I'm leaving," she whispered to the wind, but the tide was already turning. Before the words could even settle, she was walking back toward the same shore, drawn by a gravity she couldn't fight. There was no fear in the return, only a quiet acceptance that some connections are as inevitable as the moon pulling the sea.
As the sun began to set, the silence between them transformed. It wasn't an empty quiet anymore, but a sound of its own—like the first snow melting or the rustle of autumn leaves caught in a green wave. They stood alone at the end of the night, two people caught in a cycle of ebb and flow, waiting for the sunrise to preserve the one moment where they were finally in sync.
