A Secret Gypsy

I don't know her name. At least, not her real one. She signed her letters, "A Secret Gypsy." There was never a return address on her letters for me to figure it out, either.
Every day for a year I had received a letter from her. I even went so far as having a P.O. box set up just for her letters so I would never miss one.
And then one day they just stopped. No warning, nothing. My secret gypsy was gone.
I had to know who she was. Had to know her. To find her. To meet her.
Because somewhere along the way, I had fallen in love with her through her words.
And I will do everything in my power until I find her.