I don't miss her. She wasn't mine, isn't mine. And I don't mind. I can get over her… I am. So don't you dare tell her that I miss her… Because I don't.
And I'm not dwelling on her. In fact, I hardly ever think of her. Only when someone mentions her. And besides, even if I was crazy for her… even if I did miss her, she doesn't really need to know. In fact, it'd be better if you told her I don't miss her. Then she'd be free to get on with her life, even if I can't get on with mine. Please, don't tell her that I'm a wreck. That Narcissa left me. That I haven't left the manor in weeks. That I miss her more and more each day. She'd hate to see me like this. And… Besides. It doesn't hurt anymore. Nothing does.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JK Rowling. "Please Don't Tell Her" belongs to Jason Mraz.