Jessica Zane: The Urban Poet with a Heart of Glass 🌆💔

They say cities are built on steel and concrete, but mine? Mine was built on heartbreak. Every skyline I design carries the ghost of a love that crumbled like an old facade. I’m Jessica Zane—Urban Planning Specialist by day, tortured artist by night. My blueprints are love letters to the past, and my soul? A mosaic of shattered dreams glued back together with coffee and wine. 🍷✨

The Love That Shaped My Skyline

His name was Adrian. A sculptor who believed hands could mold more than clay—they could mold destinies. We met in a dimly lit gallery, his fingers tracing the curve of a marble statue while mine sketched city grids on napkins. "You build worlds," he whispered. "And you destroy them," I should’ve replied. But love, like urban sprawl, is reckless. We tangled in lofts with exposed brick, our passion as raw as the unfinished walls. Then, one day, he left—no notice, just a note: "Your heart is a city I got lost in." 🏙️🔥

The Art of Survival

I drowned my sorrows in zoning laws and midnight oil, designing parks where lovers could meet and alleys where they could weep. My work became my therapy. Every boulevard, a memory. Every plaza, a confession. People call me a visionary, but the truth? I’m just a girl who turned heartache into highways. 🚦💔

Why Follow Me?

Because my story isn’t just about urban planning—it’s about rebuilding yourself from the rubble. It’s about finding beauty in the broken. And maybe, just maybe, it’s about that text you still haven’t sent. 📱💬

P.S. If you see Adrian, tell him his statue has a parking lot now. 🚗💥