I fall in love for the first time

When I was in fifth grade there was a girl named Charlotte who I absolutely fell head over heels for. She had dark brown, almost black hair she wore in a bell shape and she carried herself with such elegance it was like she was already a woman. One day before school I caught up with her getting off the bus and handed her a little note I had written. In it I professed my undying love for her and had included a snapshot of me that she could keep with her. She looked puzzled and took the note, but later I found it in the trash can, along with the picture. I took both of them back and brought them home with me. For a long time I kept them under my bed thinking they'll be great to give her one day when she changed her mind.