Dear The Love,
I'm sorry I scoffed and laughed at you when you said you thought wiener meant Vienna, ie, from Vienna. It really was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard.
You were right. It does mean that.
I was wrong.
Forgive me The Love. I will try not to doubt you, ever ever again, particularly when it comes to germanic meatstuffs. I will try to have more faith because you are cute even when you are wrong and you are wise and strong and you do know things, some things, lots of things. I will try to believe you and not poo-poo your ideas. Even when they're really funny and insane and ridiculous.
I'll try harder. I promise.
I love you more than all the schnitzels in the sky.