I don’t think your take is terrible, just missing something.

I came upon a woman (no, not like…OK, maybe like that, too) who had survived some real life shit. Done therapy, blossomed into a latent wild one enjoying being free of the bad shit. I met her in her finding herself wild prime. She helped me refine my own chaotic negligent wild into a more charismatic swashbuckling wild. We validated each other and together we were better than apart.

Her having gone through some major shit, and having had therapy to build her back up to have self-confidence, is what made her mature. The wild part was just blowing off equivalent levels of steam for a few years. You’re not wrong about the parts, but they don’t have to be in that order.