"All that glitters is not gold."
My happy pill's not gold for sure, but yeah, he glitters. Or maybe glitter isn't the right word. Shine. He isn't gold, but he shines. Or...Sparkles, rather. But... It feels wrong. Hmmm... Bright. He's bright. In every way possible, my happy pill's bright.
He's that ray of sunshine that shine through my eyes first thing in the morning. He's the light that lits up every moment if my life. He's the glint in my eyes. He's the spark in my heart.
So, yeah. All that glitters is not gold.