Loving something a little

Funny that you can still love something *a little*, something that you loved 35 years ago -- yes, it was 35 years ago, nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita. But you never loved it without reservations, because you felt it was somehow cheap.

No doubt it affected your ideas on some subconscious, almost slightly psychotic level.

Funny that you still love it *a little*. But you will never tell anyone what is was, because you know it is somehow cheap.