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<channel><title><![CDATA[Mehdi Mejri - Love]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.mehdimejri.com/love]]></link><description><![CDATA[Love]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2026 14:09:04 -0700</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[What Love Left Behind ?]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.mehdimejri.com/love/love-at-first-sight]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.mehdimejri.com/love/love-at-first-sight#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2025 07:00:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.mehdimejri.com/love/love-at-first-sight</guid><description><![CDATA[I wrote my book with blood still on the wound. Not all stories of love end in healing. Some end in silence. Some never end at all&mdash;they just echo in different hearts, under different names, in lives we never fully live because we&rsquo;re still carrying ghosts. The Fives&rsquo; Oath may be fantasy, but every chapter I wrote was a love letter to pain &mdash; the kind that teaches, scars, and sometimes saves. Behind the battles and bloodlines is a story about longing. About betrayal. About th [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<h2 class="wsite-content-title"><font size="3">I wrote my book with blood still on the wound. <br />Not all stories of love end in healing. Some end in silence. Some never end at all&mdash;they just echo in different hearts, under different names, in lives we never fully live because we&rsquo;re still carrying ghosts. <em>The Fives&rsquo; Oath</em> may be fantasy, but every chapter I wrote was a love letter to pain &mdash; the kind that teaches, scars, and sometimes saves. Behind the battles and bloodlines is a story about longing. About betrayal. About the kind of love that leaves a hole no crown, no revenge, no power can ever fill. And I want to know your story too. <strong>What has love left behind in you?</strong><br />A text never sent?<br />A version of yourself you miss?<br />A lesson that came too late? If my book made something stir in you &mdash; if it hurt, healed, or reminded you of someone you once were &mdash; I invite you to write it down. Just a few words, a memory, a truth.</font></h2>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>