Ever since that day, I've been trying to forget him. Piece by piece, I'll take him out of my life, just like how he came. A month ago, I sent a postcard to a boy in Germany. I told him that the card wasn't meant for him, but that I couldn't stand looking at it any longer. He told me that everything would be alright. He called me the Fabulous Amelie from Provo, Utah.