Tell him you no longer believe, and move on. He sounds like a carnival 'shill" - you know the guys trying to sell you a prize. The only prize you will get is a sur-prize. You lose all your freedom. Freedom of expression. You are joining the Collective. You will be assimilated. You will become a Borg drone.
If this sounds fun, then knock yourself out. Kiss your freedom goodby, and hello control. He doesn't love you-he loves the Borg. Move on.
PS welcome and enjoy Christmas while you can-you can kiss that goodbye too. Birthday? Hell no. Clinking glasses? Nope. Wind chimes? Nope. Apropriate medical care. No chance. Fun Thursday nights-sleeping in on Saturday-fuhgedaboudit.