We miss the old times because we didn’t love them enough when we could, and we know it. We love them from afar, which is easier because most things look better from a distance.
Things were better then, because we had less and worked hard, and life wasn’t as complicated. We love it because we didn’t love it enough when we had the chance. The same applies to people, and why we cry when we lose them: one of the reasons we cry. We ran out of time. They’re the old times, now.