I miss the small coffee shop where 90% of the visitors were the same group of people and we all knew each other and had game nights and music nights and decorated the walls, until it went out of business. I miss the old building when we used to work, the shelves me and my friends made out of random scraps of wood, the old radio one of my friends brought over to cheer us up, our sculpture made out of assorted hardware packages, and even the old squeaky sofa that had about a thousand instances of assorted drinks getting spilled on it, the view out of the window, everything about it. I miss the absolutely abysmal so-called coffee we used to drink there. I miss the hoodie my friend once gave me to keep me warm and never took back, that got lost when we moved with little preparation. I miss cheap, disgusting beer they don't make anymore and cheap, disgusting cigarettes I used to smoke, even though I quit smoking long ago.
I miss many things like that, but untimately I just miss what they represent to me - the time when I was happy.