She wasn’t one of society’s “wifeable” candidates – instead, she was labelled unwinnable because her passions ran too deep, unbridled, and wild for any traditional marriage model to contain them.
Her emotions were an ecosystem, often fluctuating between stormy waves and quiet forests but always striving for equilibrium, destruction, and renewal.
Chapter One: Drought
There was once a time when her heart felt like an endless expanse. Relationships came like fleeting raindrops–just enough to moisten her soil but never enough for long-term nourishment. Though she had found love, its effects left her as cracked as soil in an eternal sun.
One evening, she sat by her window, gazing upon a single cactus on her balcony that had survived without water for months, yet still stood firm and survived. How? she wondered before discovering its roots–deep, unseen threads reaching far beneath the surface to draw moisture from hidden sources.
She realised then that strength didn’t always equate to visible resilience; sometimes, it meant quiet endurance that lay dormant beneath the surface.
Chapter Two – The Storm
Emotions were like the weather – after drought comes flood.
She met someone whose presence was like an indescribable monsoon: it came crashing in with intensity, filling her soul; however, as monsoons don’t last forever, he left behind questions and doubts about what could have been.
She felt her grief eroding until she noticed something: the soil left behind was more prosperous, fertile and potentially suitable for new life to grow here.
Nature does not bemoan storms; she embraces them, and so must she.
Chapter Three – The Forest Within
Women have hearts like forests, multilayered, living places often unreachable to outsiders.
She remembered walking through a dense woodland once, where sunlight barely reached the floor but where ferns thrived in shaded corners while mushrooms flourished among decayed matter and vines slowly went towards the sun.
Emotions were complex: some dark, some tender, some resilient. Society expected her to conform, yet she remained wild and grove untameable yet unpredictable–beautifully chaotic yet beautiful all at the same time.
Chapter Four: The Fire
There can be moments in which women experience intense discomfort.
Not with anger but with transformation. A forest fire may appear destructive, but new seeds must germinate and grow.
She had experienced love, loss and rebuilding so many times before that she no longer feared the flames; instead, she learned to emerge triumphant from them like a Phoenix or an oaken pinecone that burst open under its weight of heat.
Chapter 5: The Bloom
One day, she realised she wasn’t unmarketable after all.
Not because she had changed but because the world around her had shifted. No longer was she simply desert or storm or fire; instead, she represented all three forces. And that was her strength.
At that point, a man emerged–not in torrents but as a steady river. He didn’t attempt to control her wild ways but rather enjoyed them for what they were. Together, they became like two ecosystems merging–both separate yet interdependent.
Chapter 6: The Winter of Silence
There’s a kind of love that doesn’t shatter into pieces but rather gently diffuses around, calming everything down and turning everything still.
After years of unrequited love and turmoil in her past, she found herself in a relationship that wasn’t fierce with passion but instead settled gently like an autumn breeze. At first, she mistook its calm for absence – wondering where all the intensity or where were all the earthquakes of emotion.
One morning, she awoke to find delicate frost on her window that had formed overnight during her night of restful slumber-unbeknownst to anyone-proving that some loves arrive quietly without announcement, altering everything without leaving a trace. It reminded her that some love arrives like an invisible storm without making an audible sound of their arrival or departure.
Chapter 7: Uncovering Hidden Roots
Spring doesn’t seek permission before blooming – it simply does.
She spent years believing that love must be earned and that she must prove herself worthy of receiving it. But then she witnessed a seedling push its way through concrete like it wasn’t any obstacle–tiny yet undaunted by harsh conditions in life.
That is how love should work she thought to herself. Not something that should be bargained over, but something which takes its course naturally and without force from within.
Now, she had stopped trying to fit herself into moulds created by others; instead, she let herself grow wild, uncontained, in whatever direction seemed right for her.
Chapter 8: Summer Foliage
At some point in her life, every woman reaches an inflexion point when they stops making excuses for her seasons.
One evening, she found herself gazing upon herself in a mirror, not with regret but recognition: the lines on her face bore the marks of droughts endured, storms weathered, and fires endured.
A garden needn’t apologise for its thorns; forests don’t beg forgiveness for their shadows, and she no longer shrank to make others comfortable.
That summer, she proudly displayed her scars like flowers–open and inviting the sun in.
Chapter 9: Letting Go
Not every love is meant to last; some relationships exist only to fall away gracefully like leaves.
She met someone resembling autumn, golden, fleeting, meant to be appreciated without being held tightly onto. When he left, she did not pursue him as one would chase after falling leaves–she watched as they vanished like so much autumn foliage.
There was both sorrow and gratitude; fallen leaves continue to nourish our planet.
Chapter 10: Reconciling Herself
Ecosystems do not remain static; instead, they change, adapt, die off and revive over time.
She had been in a desert, storm, forest and fire before. Now, however, she had become something else–something without an identity or name.
Women no longer needed to be wifeable.
She understood that love wasn’t limited; it could expand and change as needed and always remain hers.
The Unwritten Seasons
Women like her will always have names in society – unremarkable, excessive and lacking enough self-control are among them.
But she has learned: A tree does not question its height. A river does not offer excuses for its depth.
And she will no longer apologise for the seasons that change within herself.
Truth be told, she never was unmarketable.
She embraced all things wild with gusto.
Wilderness cannot be contained.