Was I unfaithful?

There are times when you let go of things, let go of people without giving a second thought.
But what about them? Do they take it as casually as well? Last night, I parted ways with a friend, not for the first time.

I had to make a choice.
I looked at my options. 

I chose her.
Chose to let her go. Again.

I wonder what might be going through her mind, and the following is an account from her point of view: 

"Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a habit.
This line holds true in our case as well, perhaps I was too naïve to believe in it. The first time he let go of me, I guess he wasn’t too concerned, maybe because we had been together for a very short period of time and may be, in hindsight, that is why I wasn’t too bothered either and may be that is why when we got back together, I had no hesitations and hoped for a longer stint, if I may call it that, this time around.  As a matter of fact, our second stint was longer but I wasn’t oblivious as to how he was treating the rest of his friends. Yes he was considerate about them, aware of the consequences of letting some of them go, but beyond a point, he didn’t care much except when those in question were his most dearest ones. I figured that sooner, rather than later, it may be my turn and I may have to leave him again. But still, I was willing to stay put a little while longer, fight for a place in his space a little bit more. He had many other friends like me, some were less fortunate (again, if I may say so) and consequently, they bore the brunt of parting with him quite frequently. 

Then one day, it all came down to an instance, a shout, and an action. My mother told me that there are times when a person is a bit too engaged (willingly or otherwise) in things happening around him that he unintentionally loses track of the ones around him, the ones with him. And that is what might have happened that day, when amidst the plethora of things, he didn’t realize he had left someone behind, that he had left me behind. I stood there, hurt, hoping he would realize his mistake, come back and pick me up. But alas! 

But there was someone, someone I didn't know back then, someone who called out to remind him of his mistake, to remind him that he had left me behind. Honestly, I didn’t know who that person was, and I haven’t seen her again since then, but that one instance has indebted me to her forever. He took recognizance of what she said, acted upon it and once again, I was back in his life. 

He was considerate of what I had endured and his actions did convey his empathy, pretty much like how a mother dusts off her son when he accidentally falls in the mud while playing, and to me those actions on his part were enough to know that he cared, and the uncertainties of the past disappeared, for a while atleast. 

And then last night, came the third time. It was as if he was gambling and had nothing to offer but me. 

Yes, he had to make a choice. 

Yes, he looked at his options. 

Yes, he chose me.
Chose to let me go. Again. 

Today, I don’t relate to the ones around me, maybe I was too consumed in the warmth of the space I had in his life. Maybe I will get used to these surroundings. Maybe I will not. Maybe we’ll meet again.
You never know. 

I guess somewhere down the line, I was at fault too.
After all, being a Rs. 5 coin, I couldn’t have asked for much!"