Spotted through the glass window of Linacre College, in the dimly lit music room:

A piano and its nighttime muse, a boy with tousled black hair. He played with his eyes closed. His head swaying gently to the music.

And beside him, a girl.

Her arms wrapped tightly around him.

Her head snugly propped into his side.

Now if that doesn’t renew your faith in true love, you’d best give up altogether.