Quirks: Pepperoni, Patience, Peace.

With the people I love, I notice their quirks.

The way they walk.

Talk.

And love.

My older cousin takes off every single pepperoni on her slice of pizza.

Yet, refuses to order a cheese pizza.

She always places them on my plate, so I can have them.

I love pepperoni.

She knows.

My younger cousin, before every meal, rubs his hands together.

As if he is trying to warm up the hands that are about to feed him.

He finishes first, and patiently waits for everyone.

I love patience.

He knows.

My little brother needs to drain out his energy before eating.

He rides his bike on the same path towards the cemetery.

Running around the house and nonstop conversations are his favorite.

I love peace.

And he, out of all people, knows.