QUOTE : But then he admitted quietly, “I want to know you.” … I want to know you. I blinked at him; stared dumbly, really. Those words penetrated some wall—around my head and heart—I didn’t know existed. He came to a stop directly in front of me, his arms still crossed over his chest as his eyes roamed over my face, and they held reverence, hope. His expression and tone were distracted when he added, “And I want to be known.