I am sorry for the decision to let go of your 28 yr. friendship. You didn't mention if it was a girl or boy? I have been through this myself. It wasn't as long as yours, but just as devastating. Before I was diagnosed with Bi-polar 1 disorder, I was very flighty, immature, childish, and did things I wouldn't ordinarily do. I met this lady where I bowled and we became fast friends. I just fell head over heels for her. I couldn't understand why? I had these romantic feelings for her that I never thought existed before now. I persued her something awful...I couldn't get enough of her love. I must have drove her crazy!!! to say the least. Well after a few months and the death of my father and having to deal with her being a home body and not wanting to come out with me shopping etc. we had words. I called her a hypacrite and told her she treated me like some sort of weirdo. I didn't mean to come off like that, but I guess in reality, I now understand why she backed off. We called it off and she told me she was giving up the friendship. I cried for days and everytime I saw her at the bowling center,
my heart just broke all over again. I wanted her back and I was willing to take the blame for everything!! Alas, she did not respond. I thought I'd done just about everything to prove that I was sorry for doing the things I did. She didn't want any part of me any longer. It seemed like an eternity to me. Anyway, some time went by about six months or so, and I had a ruptured hernia and had to be rushed to surgery. Before I went in I wanted to tell her that I loved her and couldn't let it end this way just in case I didn't make it. No one would call her for me as they were mad at her for treating me so unfairly. I use to think how would she know that I ever wanted to say things to her??? As truth would have it, when I recovered enough and went by the alley to see her, she said she was thinking of me all week long. She had the feeling something wasn't right. I told her. She came up and hugged me and said "everythings" going to be alright. I'm not going anywhere. I love you!!!! We mended our fences and that's the way it's been since then.
The moral of my story is give it some time. If it's meant to be, God finds a way for you to get back together. He did for me. He just used me as the messenger, so to speak.
Nothing ever hurt so bad as when we weren't speaking any longer. I don't think I've cried so many tears over a boy, even. Broken hearts do mend.