On surface, romanticism is a tendency to see the world beyond how it exists in reality. It is to beautify one’s ordinary experiences into deeper, greater quests with the aid of one’s intellect and imagination. Werther possesses enough of both, the intellect and imagination as well as the sensitivity to all that is around him. His anima projected onto Charlotte, automatically lifts her character to such divine pedestal that a reader too sees her in the light of that angelic halo. Nevertheless, the readers remain deeply conscious of Werther’s idealization of Charlotte and his inability to see her as a normal, real, flawed person. The readers are acutely aware that he fails to see her humanity, stating, “She’s perfect, so perfect that no words can describe her!” He lives in an illusion, clinging to this ideal despite knowing she is engaged to another. The idea of love becomes so consuming that he starts to view his suffering as an emblem of virtue, almost holy, affirming his self-worth through despair. In desperation, he begins to romanticize suffering itself, describing his despair as “a bliss I would not exchange for anything.”