"This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us”
In spite of knowing Charlotte is already engaged to a man named Albert, who is in fact eleven years her senior, (nothing unusual here) Werther falls in love with her. He believes his love is returned (as it is) but she is engaged to another and, bound by convention, she must marry her betrothed. Love is always blind, and although Werther is young and foolhardy his impetuosity is understandable to any man who has fallen in love madly, truly and deeply. And such Love takes us unawares and overrules restraint and self control. I’ve been there and know how wonderfully Goethe captures such coup de foudre. It is not just tormented young men who become fixated; passionate love can become an obsession at any age.