A letter to Paris
My dearest Paris:
I write this letter to you because I know that I would cry too much to talk to you in person to say what I must say to you. I must get this out so that I feel better.
Trust me when I say that I am so very sorry that coming to Troy with you started a war, it was never my intention and you must know that. For I love you, oh so much, and I should go back to Menelaus, but I cannot. I cannot bare the thought of departing without you. You are my one true love and without you I feel empty. Sometimes I wish I could be like the rain. If I were, then would I have a way to connect two hearts together, the way that the rain connects the earth and the sky, even though the two never touch.
I am so sorry about your brother Hector and I feel as I am to blame. The pain that you and your family have in your hearts in unimaginable. Poor little Astyanax, for he will have to grow up with out a father. I feel so bad for Andromache, as she will be alone without Hector and will have to raise their son all alone.
My head says that I shouldn't have left Menelaus. I knew that he was a strong and powerful king, and that he would do this if I left him. In my heart I can't help but to feel that it was right to come here with you, but I never wanted this to happen. I just thought that I would let you know how I feel about all of this.
Love Always,
Helen