The loveliness of being known or "Icebreaka."

To be known is a great comfort and relief.  This person knows when I'm tired; this person knows when I'm mad, joking, upset, uncomfortable.  This person knows that I am loud when I'm excited and quiet when I'm angry.  This person cares enough to know.  These are all the great things about knowing and being known, and yet intimacy is the scariest thing I've come across.  Only a few people in my life "know" me.  Is that because I hide myself; need to have control over the relationship?  Is it because I value my inner most thoughts and feelings, my only treasure?  Not just anybody can see those things.  And then there are some things that are just between God and me.  

Like the purple full moon he just gave me, with the wind whispering around my hair, lifting up my perfume, lifting up my eyes.