Purple Ideas in my Head

I never really believed in love,or the fact that love was a mere humane ability to one another. My mother said I had amnesia,you know,to forget some part of your memory.
Now I have forgotten the name of my mum as well.
I have forgotten that I didn't want to forget,things like my 5th Grading friend,or the name of him. I feel terrible everytime I try to remember him.
But I did remember his words,he said I had Purple ideas inside my head,he said I have ideas so colorful they were like paintings.

That's why I have to remember his name,to ease the terrible thing in me.