Friends Forever [Revisited]

Every now and again I think of her. I met her in high school. She was an alumna who was in a poetry writing class that was offered by a professor from City College of the City University of New York. He was straight and into leather. She was a masochist.
She also started showing signs of schizophrenia.
Her life was like that of SYBIL (the movie... I never read the book). Her mother would throw her out in the middle of the night while she was sleeping. "Get out of my house, YOU WHORE!"
Thanks, ma!
I tried to be her friend and to be there for her. I kept her secrets.
I drove her to her 'appointments' with men who wanted to spend time with a masochist.
She only worked as a call girl to make money to support her art. She wanted to be an opera singer... a prima donna.
She never learned how to read music, nor could she play an instrument. She learned songs by listening to phonograph records and following the lyrics in libretti. That means she could never really create anything original if she hadn't heard it before.
I told her that where I come from folks don't discard friendships. Friendships can be stronger than the blood that supposedly bonds families and relatives. She didn't see it that way.
I still think of her every now and again. Historically, when we would have breakups, I would ask for her forgiveness. She would say yes. This last time, I had done nothing wrong. I could take the high road, but I just don't feel it.
She's not on F A C E B O O K or other social media. She doesn't have an email account. Not even sure if she still has a cell phone.
<SHRUG>
Her loss.