I was sitting in my room looking through the pictures of Phoenix that I had taken a while back. I had almost forgotten how beautiful it was. The Science Center, Heritage Square. I was surprised to see how many pictures I had allowed of myself to be taken.
"That's pretty," Said an angel from my left shoulder. I jumped at the sudden burst of cold air that hit my neck. I turned to look at him. Edward's hand came out and pointed at the photo. It took me a minute to tear my eyes off of his face.
"Yeah… Uh, that's the Rosson house. Designed in 1894 by Phoenix architect A. P. Petit, the Rosson House is an outstanding example of a Victorian architectural style named after Charles Eastlake. The House was entered in the National Register of Historic Places in 1971. Contrary to what most people think, the home was not moved from another location but stands today where it was originally built." I recited this from memory.
"Wow. How do you know that?" He sounded extremely curious.
" I wrote a paper on it when I was a freshman. I went to it almost one hundred times that month." I laughed. "At least I got an A!" He laughed with me this time, and took the other pictures.
"Oh, what's this?" He asked. It was the Deer Valley Rock Art Center. He went through all of my pictures, asking questions every no and then. When he was done he wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into his chest. I loved him so much. His voice interrupted my thoughts. "Phoenix is beautiful. I would have loved to see it when I was human. I mean you said that Rosson House was up in 1894, right?" I nodded, "I would have loved to see it," He was so perfect. We were so meant for each other. I wish I could grant his this wish. It was July; Arizona would be in Monsoon season. It would rarely be sunny.
Maybe… No. It wouldn't work. It would be too hard knowing when the rain is coming or going from Washington.
"What are you thinking about?" Edward's voice broke the silence.
"Just thinking." I replied in a daze…