Urban Romance The Warmth Between Concrete Walls I’m leaning against a rusted metal gate in an alley that
Urban Romance Salt Air and Second Chances The city had been eating me alive—overtime shifts in an office
Urban Romance The Polka Dot Girl in the Dust-Haze Afternoon I’ve spent three years in this city breathing in exhaust fumes
Urban Romance The Blue Cardigan in the Concrete Jungle The city always smells like exhaust and old rain, a gray haze
Urban Romance Cherry Blossoms on Concrete Skin I wore the red polka-dot skirt today because it’s loud enough
Urban Romance The Silver Lining in the Concrete Jungle I spent three hours on that makeup and four more fighting with