When you meet someone who really gets you, who knows all your all your baggage, all your damage, and loves you anyway, that's when you know you've really got somebody.
I, myself, have got the baggage, and the damage down pat, so it could happen.
I get me, if I met someone else that gets me I'd be really scared, it would ruin my aura of mystery that I wear proudly. I suppose if that happened I'd just have to become someone else. I've done that often, but not because someone "got" me.