This is just a short little blurb focusing on Shawn's thoughts during a specific scene in"Murder?...Anyone?...Anyone?...Bueller? I had plans for this to be longer, but to add anything to it would kind of destroy the theme. Anyway, enjoy!
Over a decade's worth of the pent-up emotions, the anticipation, heartache and what-ifs were poured into Shawn's first kiss with Abigail. It took less than a second for him to realize it would also be his last.
It was, as she had said, pretty much perfect; but that one simple qualifier spoke volumes.
Something was missing, that special spark combined with a feeling of belonging, the same sensation he had whenever he was with…
It hit him like a ton of bricks right there in the middle of the dance floor, an epiphany that came in a flash of bright pink. Juliet, it had always been Juliet.
In that moment he wanted nothing more than to close that insurmountable space between them, pull her in his arms, tell her he loved her and then kiss her senseless. He didn't of course, because that wasn't him, and more importantly, it wasn't her.
His father's words from earlier flitted through his mind, "Life is not made up of a single moment; it's made up of a gazillion moments…These moments Shawn, they're happening, they're all around us."
To say that life was made up of a gazillion moments almost seemed to imply that all of them were equal in importance, that none of those points in time affected you more than the others. As Juliet's ocean eyes met his, Shawn was hit with the realization that his father had been wrong once again. While all those other moments would impact his life to varying degrees, this instant, this split second would define his future.
Life wasn't made up of a gazillion moments, it was made up of a gazillion and one.