@rhuryr3: Ba kỳ 😦@Út Su có sổ đỏ/ con mới kỳ 😆 #suli #xuhuong #fyp #CapCut

Nami Suli

Open In TikTok:

Region: VN

Tuesday 16 June 2026 16:52:00 GMT

142454

13300

38

2062

Music

Download

No Watermark .mp4 (1.3MB) No Watermark(HD) .mp4 (1.19MB) Watermark .mp4 (1.35MB) Music .mp3

Comments

Annie86201 :

Cưng quá sổ đỏ ưi

2026-06-16 17:43:49

148

han676 :

2026-06-18 10:45:14

8

Hoài Ân Mạc :

ngày càng nói nhiều rồi

2026-06-17 05:24:03

30

@Tẽn tẽn🍓 :

Thích mi hơn

2026-06-18 13:36:18

3

Thư 🦁 :

Cưng bả😘

2026-06-17 02:49:56

18

at. :

ba kỳyyyy😆

2026-06-17 03:30:03

7

nhatquynh :

Ẻm iuu

2026-06-17 17:34:20

1

ɔobuoɐq :

cưng quá trrrr

2026-06-17 04:50:01

2

Nhà gọn là vui🌻 :

Yêu quá đi thôi

2026-06-17 05:16:09

1

Hoàng Hân :

su húiii

2026-06-18 05:53:16

0

🐰 :

Iuuu quá chài Su lì oiii😍

2026-06-17 04:04:03

7

To see more videos from user @rhuryr3, please go to the Tikwm homepage.

Other Videos

Brazil 2018 is the best team and they are entering their prime. #brazil #neymar #ancelotti #worldcup2026 #worldcup2018

Brazil 2018 is the best team and they are entering their prime. #brazil #neymar #ancelotti #worldcup2026 #worldcup2018

#CapCut#trading#free#discord#rich#Lifestyle

#CapCut#trading#free#discord#rich#Lifestyle

@Rafael Cabral @Lukinha #mjmusiccy #sertanejo

@Rafael Cabral @Lukinha #mjmusiccy #sertanejo

لزمني من ايدي عباس وطلعني... #سجاد_المحمداوي #سيد_سلام_الحسيني #سيد #مجالس #السيده_زينب

لزمني من ايدي عباس وطلعني... #سجاد_المحمداوي #سيد_سلام_الحسيني #سيد #مجالس #السيده_زينب

For years I waited for a message that I told myself would never come. I imagined your name appearing on my screen after all that silence. I imagined my heart racing, my hands shaking, and every painful memory suddenly turning into hope again. There were nights when I stayed awake thinking about you, wondering where you were, how you were doing, and if you ever thought about me the way I thought about you. I missed you in ways I never knew were possible. I missed your voice, your smile, the way you looked at me when everything felt simple. I missed the feeling of believing that no matter what happened, we would somehow find our way back to each other. Time moved forward, but part of me remained trapped in the past. I carried memories of you everywhere I went. A song would remind me of you. A place would remind me of you. Sometimes even complete strangers would remind me of you. I tried to forget. I tried to convince myself that I had moved on. I told myself that life was teaching me how to live without you. But the truth is that a small part of me was always waiting. Waiting for an explanation. Waiting for closure. Waiting for the impossible text that would suddenly make all the years of silence disappear. Then one day it finally happens. After years of no communication, you send a simple message. “Can we fix things?” Four words that once would have meant everything to me. Four words that I dreamed about hearing countless times. And for a moment, my heart reacts before my mind does. For a moment I become that same person again. The one who loved you completely. The one who would have crossed any distance just to see you smile. The one who believed that love could survive anything. But then reality catches up. Because while I spent years missing you, I realized something painful. The person I miss is not the person who sent that message. The person I miss exists in memories. She exists in old photographs, old conversations, and moments that can never be repeated. I miss the version of you who made me believe in forever. I miss the version of you who made me feel seen, understood, and important. I miss the girl who held my hand and made the world feel smaller. I miss the girl who laughed with me about things nobody else would understand. I miss the person I fell in love with. The problem is that years change people. Maybe you changed. Maybe I changed. Maybe life happened to both of us in ways we could never have predicted. The girl I loved stayed frozen in my memories while the real world kept moving. Every year that passed created more distance between who we were and who we became. The version of you I spent years missing no longer exists. And neither does the version of me who waited. So when you ask if we can fix things, I do not know how to answer. Not because I never loved you. In fact, the reason is exactly the opposite. I loved you so deeply that losing you changed me forever. I spent years carrying a pain that nobody could see. I spent years wondering what I could have done differently. I spent years learning how to survive without the person I thought would always be there. You may be sorry. You may regret leaving. You may genuinely want another chance. But apologies cannot bring back lost years. They cannot bring back birthdays missed, conversations never had, and moments we should have shared but never did. They cannot bring back the version of us that existed before everything fell apart. And that is why I am not sure I could forgive you. Not because I hate you. Not because I want revenge. Not because I enjoy seeing you regret your choices. The truth is much sadder than that. I miss someone who no longer exists. I spent years longing for a memory. I spent years loving a version of you that lives only in the past. If you came back today, I would not be running toward the person standing in front of me. I would be running toward the ghost of someone I once knew. For the longest time I thought that if you ever returned.

For years I waited for a message that I told myself would never come. I imagined your name appearing on my screen after all that silence. I imagined my heart racing, my hands shaking, and every painful memory suddenly turning into hope again. There were nights when I stayed awake thinking about you, wondering where you were, how you were doing, and if you ever thought about me the way I thought about you. I missed you in ways I never knew were possible. I missed your voice, your smile, the way you looked at me when everything felt simple. I missed the feeling of believing that no matter what happened, we would somehow find our way back to each other. Time moved forward, but part of me remained trapped in the past. I carried memories of you everywhere I went. A song would remind me of you. A place would remind me of you. Sometimes even complete strangers would remind me of you. I tried to forget. I tried to convince myself that I had moved on. I told myself that life was teaching me how to live without you. But the truth is that a small part of me was always waiting. Waiting for an explanation. Waiting for closure. Waiting for the impossible text that would suddenly make all the years of silence disappear. Then one day it finally happens. After years of no communication, you send a simple message. “Can we fix things?” Four words that once would have meant everything to me. Four words that I dreamed about hearing countless times. And for a moment, my heart reacts before my mind does. For a moment I become that same person again. The one who loved you completely. The one who would have crossed any distance just to see you smile. The one who believed that love could survive anything. But then reality catches up. Because while I spent years missing you, I realized something painful. The person I miss is not the person who sent that message. The person I miss exists in memories. She exists in old photographs, old conversations, and moments that can never be repeated. I miss the version of you who made me believe in forever. I miss the version of you who made me feel seen, understood, and important. I miss the girl who held my hand and made the world feel smaller. I miss the girl who laughed with me about things nobody else would understand. I miss the person I fell in love with. The problem is that years change people. Maybe you changed. Maybe I changed. Maybe life happened to both of us in ways we could never have predicted. The girl I loved stayed frozen in my memories while the real world kept moving. Every year that passed created more distance between who we were and who we became. The version of you I spent years missing no longer exists. And neither does the version of me who waited. So when you ask if we can fix things, I do not know how to answer. Not because I never loved you. In fact, the reason is exactly the opposite. I loved you so deeply that losing you changed me forever. I spent years carrying a pain that nobody could see. I spent years wondering what I could have done differently. I spent years learning how to survive without the person I thought would always be there. You may be sorry. You may regret leaving. You may genuinely want another chance. But apologies cannot bring back lost years. They cannot bring back birthdays missed, conversations never had, and moments we should have shared but never did. They cannot bring back the version of us that existed before everything fell apart. And that is why I am not sure I could forgive you. Not because I hate you. Not because I want revenge. Not because I enjoy seeing you regret your choices. The truth is much sadder than that. I miss someone who no longer exists. I spent years longing for a memory. I spent years loving a version of you that lives only in the past. If you came back today, I would not be running toward the person standing in front of me. I would be running toward the ghost of someone I once knew. For the longest time I thought that if you ever returned.

@Rafael Cabral @Lukinha #mjmusiccy #sertanejo #lukinha #rafaelcabral #cetadoido

@Rafael Cabral @Lukinha #mjmusiccy #sertanejo #lukinha #rafaelcabral #cetadoido

About

Robot
API

Legal

Privacy Policy