Sandra was in awww. She never expected to hear a man pour out his heart to her. Her past experience of men were no where near what she was experience with him in only a short time. He was genuin, he was amazing. He made her speechless. Before she could speak he continued.
"This house is my house, I bought it after my divorce to my ex. I would come out here every weekend and sit on that very spot we sat and play my guitar. It's where I write most of my music. When it's too cold or windy, I would come in here and turn on the fire place and write there, sometimes just listen to what I have written to see if I could make it better. Sandy, one day I want to fill this house with laughter and love but with my job and my kids, I had given up on that. I was afraid to tell you what I was planning in fear that you would say no and if you hadn't of hurt your foot, I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to tell you then and would have just taken you home. I don't want you to think of me as some sort of insane man who kidnaps you for his own pleasure. I am just a man who from the first moment we met, felt something that I have never felt before. I fell in love with you."