Susovan looks back on a relationship that has ended, and the word "bittersweet" keeps returning as the speaker's only way to describe it. The memories are lopsided: "our faces laughing," but "my face crying." The speaker admits to crying constantly, even while the partner promised to stay and seemed strong and convincing. Underneath the happiness was a quiet knowledge that it "would not last," so the speaker tried to savour it while it was there. The line "May be i was not enough" slips in almost as an afterthought, which makes the self-doubt feel raw and honest.
The ending turns the poem around. Instead of wanting the pain to go away, the speaker hopes the bittersweet feeling never fades, because losing it would mean having forgotten the person. The ache becomes a kind of loyalty. The mood is soft, sad, and reflective, with short lines and pauses that sound like someone thinking aloud, still tender toward a love that hurt.