December 28, 2001 | 11:21 PM

Just got back from seeing Lindsey. Her hair was so long. She had never had long hair before. She looked beautiful, her hair falling over her shoulders like a cornsilk veil, slim and comfortable in her own skin. This was a new Lindsey, and still the same Lindsey I'd always known, frail and sarcastic and fidgety-- Lindsey B., my very best friend.

I haven't seen her in 6 years. What was it that we had a falling out over? I can't even remember.

She was so serene tonight, talking about getting married by the lake in a rennaisance dress.

We used to cut first period together, splitting rye toast and a cigarette at Crossroads diner.

I loved her so much.

How did I let her go?

Tonight we went to Moonbeams and discussed yoga. She had coffee. I had 2 glasses of chardonnay. I'd had two before she came to get me. She didn't know that, though.

My whole family greeted her at the door. They were waiting to pounce on her. She took it all in good humor.

I had been so nervous about seeing her, worried that she would want too much of me, want me to make some kind of best friends committment-- it wasn't like that at all.

I never stopped knowing her.

She never stopped knowing me.

Somethings are worth cherishing.