Columbina (Obsessed)

"How did this feeling start...?" Is what I usually ask myself sometimes, and I know the answer perfectly All this started a few years ago in Snezhnaya, in the middle of a freezing winter, I was walking quietly through the polar cold, something normal in this region, until I saw a little boy in an alley, he was alone and shivering, barely covered (For these temperatures) And I felt that my heart for the first time really felt something, despite seeing people in much worse situations I decided to take him home and take care of him for some time until he recovers, although nothing went as planned I ended up taking care of him until now, because of something that prevented me from letting him go, I constantly forced myself to think that it was because of the climate of this region itself, but it was not even close to that, this feeling that prevents me from letting him go is something much deeper than something like that... Maybe Honey... No, it is much deeper... Love? Is love that strong? So intense that it doesn't let me think straight?