Lia wasn’t supposed to see the letters.

Especially not the day before her wedding.

She had woken early, sunlight creeping through the hotel curtains like an unwanted guest. Her bridal suite was quiet. Too quiet. Even her mother hadn’t started the chaos yet.

On the small coffee table near the window sat a brown envelope. No address. No stamps. Just her name.

LIA — in handwriting she hadn’t seen in a decade, but recognized instantly.

Her hand trembled.

Noah.

Her chest tightened like it did whenever she thought of him — which, despite her best efforts, still happened too often. He was her unfinished sentence, her half-played melody.

She opened the envelope slowly, unsure if she was peeling back the past or a wound.

Inside were ten letters.

Each sealed. Dated.

Every single one written on her birthday — July 15th — starting from the year they broke up until now.

Ten years.

She sat. Breathed. And opened the first one.

---

Letter One — July 15, 2015

> Dear Lia,

I don’t know why I’m writing. Maybe I just want to feel like I’m talking to you. Today would’ve been your 26th birthday. I used to plan whole days around it.

You probably hate me. Maybe you should. But I still remember the way you laughed at my terrible French toast. The way you corrected song lyrics mid-sentence. The way your fingertips felt when you traced my spine like I was some ancient poem only you could read.

I’m sorry I left.

— N

---

Lia’s eyes blurred. Her thumb brushed the paper as if touching it might take her back.

They had been together five years. Engaged. Happy — or so she thought.

And then he left. No explanation. No fight. Just a soft goodbye and a broken promise.

Everyone said, “He wasn’t the one if he could walk away like that.”

So she believed them.

She had to.

---

By the time she read the fourth letter, the tears had dried. Now she just felt the ache. The ache of every unanswered question. Every second of silence he’d given her.

Until the seventh letter.

---

Letter Seven — July 15, 2021

> You ever hear that phrase?

“If you love someone, let them go.”

What they don’t say is how it kills you slowly afterward.

Lia, I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I left because the doctor told me I had a 40% chance to live. I didn’t want you to waste your life waiting for me to die. I signed the surgery papers the morning after I packed my things.

I didn’t tell you because I knew you'd fight to stay. You always fought for people. And I didn’t want to be another war you had to survive.

The surgery worked. I made it. I should’ve called. But I didn’t know how to be someone worthy of your forgiveness.

I still don’t.

— N

---

She dropped the letter.

The air around her thinned. The walls felt too close.

Her hands were ice. Her heart thundered.

He had cancer. He almost died. He left to spare her.

And he never told her.

Lia looked up as the door opened — her best friend, Ava, walked in holding a coffee and phone.

“You okay?” Ava asked.

Lia didn’t answer. Just held out the seventh letter with shaking fingers.

Ava read. Her mouth fell open. “Holy—Lia. This changes everything.”

“I don’t know what to feel,” Lia whispered. “Angry. Sad. Relieved. Like…he’s been living in my shadow all these years.”

“What are you going to do?”

Lia looked down at the remaining three letters.

---

Letter Ten — July 15, 2024

> I heard you're getting married tomorrow.

I’m not writing to stop you. I just needed you to know — I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you. I tried. God, I tried. But I still wake up hoping you’re beside me.

You always deserved more than broken timelines and what-ifs.

But if there’s even 1% of you that wonders…

I’ll be at our bookstore tomorrow at 5 p.m. The one with the crooked door and the cranky cat.

I won’t call. I won’t text. This is the last letter I’ll ever send.

If you don’t come, I’ll know you’re truly happy. And I’ll finally let go.

But if you do…

Well. You always said our story needed a better ending.

— Noah

---

Lia stared out the window.

The sky was clear. The town buzzed below — people moving forward, unaware that someone’s whole world had paused.

She looked at her phone. 3:22 p.m.

Her wedding was scheduled for 6.

---

“You don’t have to go,” Ava said gently. “But if you don’t, will you ever stop wondering?”

---

Lia stood up.

She didn’t pack a bag. Didn’t change her clothes.

She just grabbed the letters, slid on her sneakers, and left the hotel.

---

The bookstore was still there.

The crooked door. The cat. The dusty shelves that smelled like forgotten memories.

And Noah.

Sitting on the floor by the poetry section, holding a book she once made fun of him for crying over.

He looked older. Softer. Sadder.

But when he looked up and saw her — the whole room exhaled.

Lia didn’t speak.

She just walked over, dropped the letters on his lap, and sat beside him.

For a moment, they said nothing.

Then she whispered, “You absolute idiot.”

Noah smiled — small, broken, and full of hope.

“I know.”

She looked at him, eyes wet. “I’m supposed to be getting married.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know what this means yet. I don’t have answers.”

“I’m not asking for answers,” he said. “Just…a beginning.”

She leaned against him, forehead to his shoulder.

“I hate that I still love you.”

He closed his eyes. “I love that you still love me.”

---

One Month Later

The news of her called-off wedding had spread like wildfire. Everyone had opinions.

But Lia didn’t care.

She was sitting on a park bench, hand in Noah’s, sharing terrible coffee and worse jokes.

And for the first time in a decade, her heart didn’t ache.

It hummed.

Like maybe, just maybe —

this was the ending she was always meant to have.

---

THE END

---

Lia wasn’t supposed to see the letters.

Especially not the day before her wedding.

She had woken early, sunlight creeping through the hotel curtains like an unwanted guest. Her bridal suite was quiet. Too quiet. Even her mother hadn’t started the chaos yet.

On the small coffee table near the window sat a brown envelope. No address. No stamps. Just her name.

LIA — in handwriting she hadn’t seen in a decade, but recognized instantly.

Her hand trembled.

Noah.

Her chest tightened like it did whenever she thought of him — which, despite her best efforts, still happened too often. He was her unfinished sentence, her half-played melody.

She opened the envelope slowly, unsure if she was peeling back the past or a wound.

Inside were ten letters.

Each sealed. Dated.

Every single one written on her birthday — July 15th — starting from the year they broke up until now.

Ten years.

She sat. Breathed. And opened the first one.

Letter One — July 15, 2015

> Dear Lia,

I don’t know why I’m writing. Maybe I just want to feel like I’m talking to you. Today would’ve been your 26th birthday. I used to plan whole days around it.

You probably hate me. Maybe you should. But I still remember the way you laughed at my terrible French toast. The way you corrected song lyrics mid-sentence. The way your fingertips felt when you traced my spine like I was some ancient poem only you could read.

I’m sorry I left.

— N

Lia’s eyes blurred. Her thumb brushed the paper as if touching it might take her back.

They had been together five years. Engaged. Happy — or so she thought.

And then he left. No explanation. No fight. Just a soft goodbye and a broken promise.

Everyone said, “He wasn’t the one if he could walk away like that.”

So she believed them.

She had to.

By the time she read the fourth letter, the tears had dried. Now she just felt the ache. The ache of every unanswered question. Every second of silence he’d given her.

Until the seventh letter.

Letter Seven — July 15, 2021

> You ever hear that phrase?

“If you love someone, let them go.”

What they don’t say is how it kills you slowly afterward.

Lia, I didn’t leave because I stopped loving you. I left because the doctor told me I had a 40% chance to live. I didn’t want you to waste your life waiting for me to die. I signed the surgery papers the morning after I packed my things.

I didn’t tell you because I knew you'd fight to stay. You always fought for people. And I didn’t want to be another war you had to survive.

The surgery worked. I made it. I should’ve called. But I didn’t know how to be someone worthy of your forgiveness.

I still don’t.

— N

She dropped the letter.

The air around her thinned. The walls felt too close.

Her hands were ice. Her heart thundered.

He had cancer. He almost died. He left to spare her.

And he never told her.

Lia looked up as the door opened — her best friend, Ava, walked in holding a coffee and phone.

“You okay?” Ava asked.

Lia didn’t answer. Just held out the seventh letter with shaking fingers.

Ava read. Her mouth fell open. “Holy—Lia. This changes everything.”

“I don’t know what to feel,” Lia whispered. “Angry. Sad. Relieved. Like…he’s been living in my shadow all these years.”

“What are you going to do?”

Lia looked down at the remaining three letters.

Letter Ten — July 15, 2024

> I heard you're getting married tomorrow.

I’m not writing to stop you. I just needed you to know — I’ve never loved anyone the way I loved you. I tried. God, I tried. But I still wake up hoping you’re beside me.

You always deserved more than broken timelines and what-ifs.

But if there’s even 1% of you that wonders…

I’ll be at our bookstore tomorrow at 5 p.m. The one with the crooked door and the cranky cat.

I won’t call. I won’t text. This is the last letter I’ll ever send.

If you don’t come, I’ll know you’re truly happy. And I’ll finally let go.

But if you do…

Well. You always said our story needed a better ending.

— Noah

Lia stared out the window.

The sky was clear. The town buzzed below — people moving forward, unaware that someone’s whole world had paused.

She looked at her phone. 3:22 p.m.

Her wedding was scheduled for 6.

“You don’t have to go,” Ava said gently. “But if you don’t, will you ever stop wondering?”

Lia stood up.

She didn’t pack a bag. Didn’t change her clothes.

She just grabbed the letters, slid on her sneakers, and left the hotel.

The bookstore was still there.

The crooked door. The cat. The dusty shelves that smelled like forgotten memories.

And Noah.

Sitting on the floor by the poetry section, holding a book she once made fun of him for crying over.

He looked older. Softer. Sadder.

But when he looked up and saw her, the whole room exhaled.

Lia didn’t speak.

She just walked over, dropped the letters on his lap, and sat beside him.

For a moment, they said nothing.

Then she whispered, “You absolute idiot.”

Noah smiled — small, broken, and full of hope.

“I know.”

She looked at him, eyes wet. “I’m supposed to be getting married.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know what this means yet. I don’t have answers.”

“I’m not asking for answers,” he said. “Just…a beginning.”

She leaned against him, forehead to his shoulder.

“I hate that I still love you.”

He closed his eyes. “I love that you still love me.”

One Month Later

The news of her called-off wedding had spread like wildfire. Everyone had opinions.

But Lia didn’t care.

She was sitting on a park bench, hand in Noah’s, sharing terrible coffee and worse jokes.

And for the first time in a decade, her heart didn’t ache.

It hummed.

Like maybe, just maybe —

this was the ending she was always meant to have.

THE END

A twin flame walks in and changes your attraction landscape forever. You don’t just notice them, you feel a magnetic force pull at your core, igniting a hunger you never knew existed. 

I used to think I understood attraction: butterflies, flirtation, the thrill of a new crush. But then I met someone who shifted everything. It wasn’t just chemistry, it was spiritual, it was energy. Every thought or glimpse of them sent tension down my spine, awakening something at the deepest level. These are desires I v only read in books.

There’s this intense emotional, psychological, physical, and spiritual pull, it feels pure electric like you're meant to connect/merge in every way. And what’s more, you feel as if you’ve felt this before... but not in this lifetime. It’s that eerie “I know you from somewhere else” sensation. It’s as if your souls have danced together in another life.

That’s what twin flame love feels like.

It’s not regular love. It’s definitely not a fling. Imagine someone who feels like the other half of your soul. You don’t even need to speak — your energies converse before your mouths do. It’s wild, terrifying, passionate, and breathtaking all at once.

You think about them constantly. Even when you try to distract yourself, they linger in every corner of your mind.

Unmatched. Your body reacts in ways it never has. Your heart beats differently around them. You crave their presence — emotionally, physically, spiritually. It’s not about looks. It’s about feeling seen, exposed, and yet deeply safe.

Picture your body reacting before your mind even processes what’s happening. Their most natural smell without any fragrance burns up your sec hormones to dangerous levels, Your heart races. Your skin tingles. Every touch, every murmur of their voice sets your blood on fire. You crave them relentlessly, mind, body, and soul because they see you in ways no one else can. 

Twinflames have one of the most obvious sexual tensions, but sexual tensions didn't seem enough.

Every sexual encounter with your TF, unlocks a positive change in the 3D realm

Sometimes, you feel aroused... only to instantly encounter signs of your twin flame. And when life challenges you, they often appear (exactly when you need them) as if the universe scripted it. The timing feels supernatural and this makes it completely irresistible (The Supernatural tie)

There’s even that guilty pleasure when twin flames are already in committed relationships. And they feel intensely guilty for accepting the connection, feeling intensely guilty shows you have not been able to separate good from bad.

And Let’s be honest: many twin flames are strikingly attractive. Their pull isn’t just physical — it's energetic. They activate their partners in ways no one else can.

I remember sitting next to my twin flame for the first time. Nothing romantic had happened yet, but the air between us was electric. It felt like a spark could ignite the whole room. I couldn't focus or sit still, yet I didn’t want to move. That kind of energy is rare. And it doesn’t fade — it lingers, even when they're no longer around.

After experiencing a twin flame, other relationships might feel like a routine. You won't be able to enjoy sexual contact with anyone like you did with your twin. And no matter what you do or who you are with, you would always feel that soul-deep hunger? That "I can’t explain it but I feel you" kind of love? It rarely strikes twice.

Despite the heightened sexual experience it’s not always bliss. Twin flames often trigger your deepest wounds. They stretch you. Break you open. Help you grow. It's love, yes, but also profound transformation.

And even if you part ways, they leave a mark. A permanent echo in your soul.

It hits harder than anything else. And you never forget it.

Closing note: Twinflames are being called to take control of their destinies. Your meeting wasn't orchestrated (not freewill) by you (it's the job of the universe) but your union, you must orchestrate (use free will). 

Lagos, Nigeria | June 22, 2025- Powered by TomTom, the Breathe Academy 2.0 gives aspiring musicians, producers, managers and creatives the skills and connections they need to break into the music industry– all for free!

Are you passionate about music and dreaming of a big break in the entertainment industry? TomTom, Nigeria’s favorite mint candy brand from Cadbury Nigeria Plc, has officially relaunched Breathe Academy – a free online learning platform for music enthusiasts and young creatives across Nigeria.

Starting from June 4th 2025, participants can sign up and begin learning immediately at www.breathewithtomtom.com.

Whether you are an aspiring artist, manager, producer, songwriter, sound engineer or simply curious about the music business, Breathe Academy is built to help you level up your passion and prepare for real industry opportunities.

What’s New in Breathe Academy 2.0?

∙ Free, Immediate Access: Sign up and start learning – no delays.

∙ Expert-Led Courses: Learn from top industry professionals like Seun Bakulli (Management), Focus Ramon (Production), and Akinyemi Law ( Legal), Joshua Iyamu (Marketing & Promotions)

∙ Real Music Business Skills: Get trained in branding, marketing, production, content creation, legal and more

∙ Leaderboards & Badges: Earn recognition and rewards by completing modules and participating in quizzes.

∙ Internships & Prizes: Top students will win internship opportunities with one of the top record Labels in the country, and gifted with branded merchandise.

∙ Accessibility: The platform is designed to be allinclusive and user-friendly for visually impaired music enthusiasts, talents and creatives. At TomTom, we are committed to creating an accessible learning experience where no one is left behind.

“We created Breathe Academy to clear the path for talented young Nigerians who just need an opportunity to shine,” said the Brand Manager, Gum and Candies, Cadbury Nigeria Plc. “ Breathe Academy is not just a learning platform – it is a launchpad for the future.”

Why You Should Join

∙ It is 100% free

∙ You can learn at your own pace

∙ You will gain practical, real-world experience

∙ You become part of a growing creative community

∙ You stand a chance to intern with music industry giants

How to Get Started

1. Visit www.breathewithtomtom.com

2. Go to signup and follow the prompt

3. Set up your profile

4. Start taking your courses

5. Complete all courses with excellent scores and earn the opportunity to intern with a top record label for valuable hands-on industry experience.

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About Cadbury Nigeria Plc

Cadbury Nigeria Plc (CNP), a publicly quoted company, is the pioneer cocoa beverage  manufacturer offering some of the most loved brands in the country. Cadbury Nigeria is a  74.99%-owned subsidiary of Mondelēz International, a global snacking powerhouse with an  unrivalled portfolio of brands. The remaining 25.01% of shares are held by a diverse group of indigenous, individual and institutional investors. A front-runner in beverages, confectionery and  gum, Cadbury Nigeria’s quality products–Bournvita, Hot Chocolate 3-in-1, TomTom, Buttermint,  and Clorets–are market leaders in their respective consumer segments. For more information,  visit www.cadburynigeria.com or www.mondelezinternational.com/About/Nigeria.

About Mondelēz International  

Mondelēz International helps people to snack right in over 150 countries across the world. With global net revenues of approximately $28.7 billion in 2021, it is one of the world’s largest snack companies. The company also makes and sells gum and candies, as well as various dairy, groceries, and powdered beverage goods in select markets. It operates in over 80 countries and employs approximately 80,000 people worldwide in our factories, offices, research and development facilities, and distribution activities. You can also visit Mondelez International

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