To the smart one,
Okay yes, I am never going to send this. Yes I am an idiot and you swore to never love anyone because you're too godsdamn SMART for that but I want to write this anyway. Later I'll burn it, an offering to the gods or whatever and Zeus will read it and assume it's about him because that's what Zeus does. Or maybe I'll deliver it and say, " I don't know where it came from. Maybe it's for you, Dad." And he'll read it and you'll never know.
I just need to write this letter. I need to. I love you, okay? I love you and you can't love me. So just stop looking at me with your all knowing blue eyes and stop being so beautiful and stop laughing because I hate when you laugh. Hate it. It sounds like bells.
Oh gods, Zeus is never going to believe this is about him now. I need a new plan. Maybe I'll ask you.
Imaginary Conversation
"Could I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Say I had a letter, you know, a love letter or something, and I didn't want ANYONE to find it. What would I do with it?"
"Drop it in the River Styx."
Oh wow. That's a brilliant plan. You aren't even here and you're coming up with brilliant plans.
See that is why I love you.
Now stop being so knowledgeable. It's driving me mad.
I love you Athena.
You stupid goddess of wisdom.
Hermes