I met my soul-friend in 2011 –– 6 years ago.

We immediately became close friends. Her home became my home away from home. We wore the same sized clothes. We were alike in many away. I was in awe of her, though. I was jealous of her. She could sing beautifully. Play the piano by note or by ear. She was talented in drawing, painting, and sculpting. She was smart, beautiful, and funny. She was my best friend.

After a year of being friends, we kind of went our separate ways. I started high school and she started driving. We drifted apart. In those years, we both went through our life changes and were no longer the same girls who became BFFs at a little white church on a red dirt road.

We blossomed. We no longer shared the same thoughts, clothes sizes, or sense of style. We no longer wore flowers in our hair or had the same friends. I no longer had the baby face, and she no longer had the perm that I envied.

We went years without seeing each other, but once we did reunite, it was like the last time we saw each other was just the day before. We reunited last year –– 2016. It was a year full of memories and moments that caused me to now realize how much I love this girl, how much I need her in my life, how special she is to me, and how she's the only person I should ever dear call a true best friend and a true soul mate.

She introduced me to the guy I love. She gave me life advice based on her experiences. She introduced me to the best Netflix shows. Our friendship last year was a bumpy road. It led to blocking each other from our social media, lol.

But now, I love her and am more appreciative than ever of her. She buys me food and I'll buy her food. She comes and picks me up no matter where I am. She spoils me with attention, junk food, and love. She brings me around her friends. When we hang up the phone, we end the conversation with "I love you"--ALWAYS.

She's brutally honest about my outfits, although I compliment her whatever she's wearing. She lets me wear her jewelry and borrow her Tarte eyeshadow pallet. We're the same skin tone #paleandproud so we can wear the same shade of makeup.

She's my wifey and my hubby, because whenever I stay the night with her, she falls asleep first, steals all the covers, and hogs the bed.

Her parents love me, and her dog loves me more than her, but she'll never admit it. I can invite myself over anytime and raid her fridge.

Of everything I love about her, I love how I can share any secret or thought with her and know she won't judge me. I know she'll keep it to herself (until she gets ready to use it as blackmail).

She'll never let me dance alone, but when she does, she makes sure to video my white-dad-at-a-barbecue dance moves and send it to cute guys. She teaches me to dance and makes me listen to her music, but she lets me listen to mine, too.

My wifi connects automatically at her house and hers connects to my dorm. She reminds me to keep my shoulders back and chin up.

We both know, not-so-far-deep-down, that whatever other "best friends" we have, we are each other's best friends because we are soul mates (no homo, lol).

We'll probably end up living together at 30 because no guy will stay with us as long as we have been with each other. She sets the standards for all my other friends.

If you have a friend that's your soulmate for life, keep him or her. Treasure every moment. Admire the flaws. Love no matter what. Wake up every day thanking God for your best friend. Never judge. Never condescend. Always be there no matter what.

I love you, best friend. I'm proud of how you blossomed and matured and how far you've come in life. You're the Laverne to my Shirley, forever and always.