I have met someone. Someone that interests me.

Eight words. Seven, in reality, because someone is repeated. He's important, so it put him in twice, like this.

Then we have I and me, which embody an individualism of perspective made inescapable by language. Some say I is an evolutionary feature of our species, and others claim I can be transcended. I know pathological Is, heavy with overfeeding. Is that have to squint in order to be able to see themselves in the mirror. I am a bit afraid of my I, yet here it is, twice: the familiar I and then me, which is basically a regular I stranded in the predicate, and thus have to make a living in different surrounding. so we are down to six words, now.