We See Each Other

I see him. He sees me. We look at each other and know there is nothing for us to hide from each other. We know each other better than we know ourselves. We lay it all out to each other but no one knows us like we do. He knows how I am, who I am, what I am, but not what he is, how he is or who he is. I know how he is, who he is, what he is but I don't know who I am, what I am or how I am. We are confused about ourselves but not each other.