<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919984559707716303</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:42:25.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like anything else in this world, you have to fight for it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-beth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919984559707716303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-beth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alexandra Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286708590062995669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbOuqFpeK6U/TkCh1u9y3DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mWEpioeOvcg/s220/AlexaGFNL2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919984559707716303.post-1994719303717469244</id><published>2011-10-10T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:29:42.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10/10/11</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Love is like everything else in this world, you have to fight for it"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;-Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919984559707716303-1994719303717469244?l=alexandra-beth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-beth.blogspot.com/feeds/1994719303717469244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919984559707716303&amp;postID=1994719303717469244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919984559707716303/posts/default/1994719303717469244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919984559707716303/posts/default/1994719303717469244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-beth.blogspot.com/2011/10/101011.html' title='10/10/11'/><author><name>Alexandra Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286708590062995669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbOuqFpeK6U/TkCh1u9y3DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mWEpioeOvcg/s220/AlexaGFNL2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-919984559707716303.post-4740453886925512408</id><published>2011-08-12T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:24:51.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Heres the background information and all the things the story doesn't tell you. But feel free to skip to the good stuff.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Once upon a time there was a 15 year old girl (living in Waukesha, WI) who went to work with her mother, to help sell cookies for a bake sale her bank was having. In that same once upon a time there was a 16 year old boy (living in Greendale, WI) doing the same thing at the same bank. Little did they know 3 years later that all this would happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fast forward past the high school years (which btw we didn't attend the same high school), Jake going into the marines and, a span of nothingness before this all really started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; So now I'm 18 spending my time working, playing my music and figuring life out. Jake's 19 working, helping one of his sisters run a jet ski company and enjoying life. Jake and I didn't talk to much between those three years but started reconnecting when I started my first real singing gig in the spring. Jake and his sister Jami came to almost all of my thursday and Friday night singing gigs (which was so sweet and meant a lot to me) Then once summer came Jami invited us every Sunday afternoon to go jet skiing with them. &lt;b&gt;Now this is where the real story starts:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Sunday, June 20th, 2010&lt;/b&gt; was the first day my family went jet skiing with jake's family. My dad got his own jet ski, my mother got her own jet ski, Jami (Jake's sister) and my sister (Emma) hopped on another jet ski, leaving me looking confused... &amp;nbsp;I (being myself) standing there looking awkward asked my father if I could ride on his jet ski. It was either him or jake cause my mother had the cooler full of goodies on the back of hers. My father of course said no, laughing and told me to ride with jake (which is slightly awkward because i'v never held on to him before or anything beyond talking). without contemplating more I jumped on. Not knowing if I should wrap my arms around him or even hold on to the straps on his life jacket. I mean when you've known someone for a long time and all of a sudden they look just amazing to you, you don't know weather to grab him, run away or awkwardly sit there looking confused. Guess which one I did... yup, I awkwardly sat there looking confused. I didn't even hang on to him cause I didn't know if I should touch him or not. But, good thing he couldn't see me. He was to busy driving the jet ski out of the no wake zone&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; After the day went on it got less awkward. I mean, I was still confused but we had a blast. Until, my dad asked him if he still had that girlfriend... Which, yes he did. But who was I kidding I had a boyfriend too and, I couldn't figure out why it bugged me so much. Obviously I let it go... or at least tried. Jake and I continued to hangout every sunday with our families and talked almost daily. He became my closet friend but, deep down it was more than just that... for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;"I had a huge smile on my face when I saw that you had no one to ride with but me, Plus you looked so hot in that bikini"- Jake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;The Sandwich day&lt;/b&gt; was the day that changed everything. I got a text at about 11am on Monday, June 28th from Jake. He was at work, starving and said that I owed him a sandwich... which I did so I texted him back saying I would bring him one. I also had to drive Kaitie (my best friend) home so it made it easy cause she lived near where Jake worked. When I dropped his lunch off he was standing outside. I gave him a hug but, had to rush off so I could get Kaitie home. Before I got back in the car he asked if I could come back and hangout with him since he was on break for a while longer. I said sure! And drove off. I came back maybe 15 mins later but he wasn't there due to something work related. So, I left a cute little note on his car saying something like "I came back but you disappeared. I have to run home and get a couple things done but let's go see a movie later. text me &amp;lt;3 lex" After I got home he texted me and we ended up going to see &lt;i&gt;Grown Ups &lt;/i&gt;which was hilarious. Even though he got lost, we missed the first 10 mins of the movie, cause I had to figure out how to navigate him to the theater (by phone, not understanding where he was even diving from.) Now this was the first time we ever hung out without our families around. I had so many butterflies, couldn't figure out why but, I thought I was gonna die. I can still picture him walking up to the ticket desk, booth or whatever you wanna call it. He's a very attractive man....very.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As we walked out of the movie theater it was still early. We both didn't wanna go home so we decided to walk aimlessly in downtown waukesha. Once we got there we walked in a huge circle around the downtown area and ended up in front of the river, on the grass, next to the "love bridge" (and no joke that's what this bridge is called lol). We sat there for awhile just making small talk, then I grabbed a hand full of grass and threw it at him. Since he's not the guy to just sit there and take things, he made sure that I had a good amount of grass in my hair. We goofed off for a good 30 mins with him trying to throw me in the river, arm wrestling, laughing, everything you could imagine a night to be. As he was attempting to throw my bag in the river I grabbed for it and that somehow made us fall over... All of a sudden it stopped, everything stopped, even the world it seemed. My head landed on his chest and all I heard was his heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We got up, he threw his arm around me and we skipped back to our cars laughing historically at who know's what. we hugged goodbye while we joked around then, I drove off even more confused than I was before. As I was driving home Jake texted me saying "I wanted to kiss you, but I didn't" I smiled then, reality hit... I remembered that I was still in a relationship. And that whole time I was with jake it was like there was nothing else in the world except us. So at that point I didn't know what to do. I decided to give it a week or so to see if it would blow over because at that point I didn't know what was real or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It took every ounce of strength I had not to kiss her while we just laid there" - Jake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; After that night &lt;/b&gt;everything was different. Out of no where jake's girlfriend decided to flip out at me then preceded to make him stop talking to me all together. Which lasted for about a month even though our families still got together every sunday. I was of course annoyed and angry about this cause he acted as if I was invisible, even though we've been friends since we we're 15. In this time I ended up dumping my boyfriend cause I realized what I felt for jake was the most real and amazing thing I'v ever felt...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ((At this point in the story I need you to stop and listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuNIsY6JdUw&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;You Belong with Me By Taylor Swift &lt;/a&gt;, this song is exactly the situation we were in. Then also be sure to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgLp1beXE7g"&gt;You'll Never Know by Alexa Grey&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;which is me. I wrote this song with the feelings I was holding back from all of this. I felt as if he'd never know how I really felt))&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now even though Jake's girlfriend had forbidden us from talking... we started talking again. He apologized for ignoring me and a couple days after we started getting back to our normal friendship. He asked me how my relationship was with the guy I had been dating. I told him what happened and how I ended it for multiple reasons, excluding the one big reason concerning him. After he found this out he stopped and said "So then, what kind of guy are you looking for now?" I laughed and said "you can't find the guy I'm looking for." he sounded confused then asked "why?"and without thinking for another second I said confidently "because he's you" he smiled, blushed a little but, before he could say anything back I said "you know... I think you picked the wrong girl". Then the last thing I could remember from that conversation was him saying "you might be right".&amp;nbsp;Later that night Jake and his sister came over to watch a movie with my family. We all had a great time. They left, I went to bed then woke up with a text saying "what would you say if i was single?" She apparently flipped out because he was with my family and she never believed that we never did anything except hug each other hello and goodbye. So he ended for many reason, one of them being he realized that what we had between us was something you don't just watch pass you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Funny thing is, I knew that when we were laying by the river I picked the wrong girl. &amp;nbsp;I just needed to be sure... and then I was" - Jake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_Ks0074MLg/TlxmoH4F9yI/AAAAAAAAAHE/euj0fCZBnBQ/s1600/339758_10150295652969679_841404678_7584795_1061903_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_Ks0074MLg/TlxmoH4F9yI/AAAAAAAAAHE/euj0fCZBnBQ/s400/339758_10150295652969679_841404678_7584795_1061903_o.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Jake and I&lt;/b&gt; have been together for almost two years now. And got engaged on Christmas (2011) What we have is like nothing I'v ever seen or felt before. We've had our ups and down but, I plan on spending the rest of my life with him. He's my best friend and the love of my life I couldn't imagine anything more perfect. He's the most wonderful thing thats ever been ((Mine))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/919984559707716303-4740453886925512408?l=alexandra-beth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alexandra-beth.blogspot.com/feeds/4740453886925512408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=919984559707716303&amp;postID=4740453886925512408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919984559707716303/posts/default/4740453886925512408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/919984559707716303/posts/default/4740453886925512408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alexandra-beth.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-story.html' title='Love Story'/><author><name>Alexandra Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04286708590062995669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nbOuqFpeK6U/TkCh1u9y3DI/AAAAAAAAAGE/mWEpioeOvcg/s220/AlexaGFNL2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_Ks0074MLg/TlxmoH4F9yI/AAAAAAAAAHE/euj0fCZBnBQ/s72-c/339758_10150295652969679_841404678_7584795_1061903_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
