He was afraid of loving you. You were so perfect, so caring, so pretty. You even had a bit of an attitude that he hated to find attractive. He wasn't really like you though, sure he was good looking, but he wasn't as kind.

You would have loved him when he was younger, he was so much softer. More naive. Now he felt like he cared too much about too little. It was so stupid.

"No, wear this one." He said, putting one of your rings in your hand.