My Secret Valentine

I'm a romantic, there's no denying it. I find romance and love to be amazing, except for one day every single year: Valentine's Day. Everybody turns into a romantic once a year and I turn into a spiteful and bitter person because of it.
It's not like it's my fault, I mean, if you'd been single for your whole life and were surrounded by the one thing you love but didn't have on the same day every single year, yeah, you'd be a little bitter too. All of my friends have their boyfriends/girlfriends to get something while I'm just over here in the corner eating ice cream and watching movies. Everyone loves romance on Valentine's Day except me; my friends say that I need to put myself out there, but when all your crushes end in you getting crushed, who would want to take that chance?
I was checking my mail on that dreaded day, when lo and behold, there was a letter in there. And not just any letter; it was a letter in a pretty purple envelope, my favorite color actually. But what kind of letter you ask? A love letter. To me. The perpetually single girl got a love letter on Valentine's Day. Wow.
But wait a minute; who sent it? There's no address or name on it anywhere, it just says at the end to go to this certain place to find out their identity. Maybe the mail office people will have an idea about who this mystery person is. Nope, they didn't see anything. Well, if my name wasn't, like, bold printed on the front I could've sworn that it belonged to someone else and that this was all a mistake. But, again, nope.
Well, my plans for the day weren't all that important anyway, and this seems way more fun than locking myself in my room and gorging on ice cream.
Let the search for my Secret Valentine begin!