I know the mortifying ordeal of being known is real for too many of us, but consider this:
Someone saw you once and loved your hairstyle. Someone loves your laugh, how you scrunch your nose when you find something funny. Your birthday could be an old friend’s password. That one song you recommended to your crush a couple summers back could still be their favorite. You are in other people’s birthday party photos. Someone could have fallen in love with you on public transportation. Our lives intertwine beautifully and you, dear human, are a little piece of other people’s fond, lovely memories. Part of the ordeal of being known implies the ordeal of being loved.