Losing a "Friend"

I had a friend.
Its name was coffee.
We had such good times together.
Meeting in the morning.
Mid-morning.
Sometimes lunch.
Mid-afternoon.
Sometimes dinner.
Evenings.
Mostly hot.
Sometimes cold (with whipped cream).
We met everyday for nearly three decades.
Then one day.
It went away.
My choice.
No desire to see my friend anymore.
It has been six months.
Do I miss it?
Sometimes.
I have a new friend.
Its name is tea.
We don't see each other as much as coffee.
But we get along fine.