[Donald has demonstrated his love for Betty by organising a surprise hot-air balloon flight after their son's wedding]
[voiceover] As I looked into Donald's eyes, I realised that he *did* love me. His crime was not to show it. Craze was passionate and he woke a passion up in me. But maybe that's not love. Maybe true love is, as Donald puts it, hanging in there when you know you're not wanted, being there for your other half - whatever. What I know is, for the first time in years, I feel a glimmer of hope for the future.